You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison Live at Warped Tour '05, Las Cruces, NM, 6/28/2005

In the middle of a gun fight, in the Center of a restaurant. They say, "Come with your arms raised." But they're never gonna get me. Well, like a bullet through flock of doves. To which this war has taken its toll. Faith in me, Life Will never be the same. Out your mother's eyes, say a prayer. Come on, you fuckers. Say a prayer, Yeah. Now, we're dead and I don't know how It's just two minutes, God, it made us really Care, like Yeah, yeah. Too much, too late, It's just not enough. But the pain in my heart for your dying Words. I kiss your lips again, Yeah. They don't cheat at cards, Never check 'cause I've lost. My cellmate's a killer, makes me do push-ups in Drag. But nobody cares if you're losing yourself. Am I losing myself as well? Mother. No thrill in the chair, lethal injection. I swing from the rope with you, tear. Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen. Now, we're dead and I don't know how it's Just two minutes, God, it made us really care, Like yeah, yeah. Too much, too late, it's just not enough. The pain in my heart for your dying words. I kiss your lips again, yeah. To your room. When they ask how you Might make you want to say. So long. Well, I don't remember. I remember. Ah. Last chorus. One last time. Let me hear you fucking scream. Ah. Life Is Cheap for the dead. And when I, I won't go down by myself. I go down with my friends. Yeah, just come on now. Now, now. Now, now, now, Yeah. Wow, wow, wow, wow, yee-haw.