Sailor in a Life Boat
Ever living, ever faithful, ever sure, every time
From coast to coast, his imperial majesty
Rockin' out
I'm just another soldier in a foxhole
I'm just another dog-face on the front line
I'm just another sailor in a lifeboat
I'm just another pilot falling out of the sky
You got to, you got to, you got to, you got to chill, baby
Put yourself in my place now
You got to, you got to, you got to, you got to heal, baby
Don't wait 'til it's too late now
You're never gonna kill me in the end
You're never gonna fuck me in the head
You're never gonna catch me in the act
You're never gonna find me in the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (whoa)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (na-na-na-na-na)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (whoa)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
(Rockin' out)
I'm just another dancer in the limelight
I'm just another bastard with a charm life
I'm just another sailor in a lifeboat
I'm just another lover with a white stroke, now
You got to, you got to, you got to, you got to chill, baby
Put yourself in my place now
You got to, you got to, you got to, you got to kill, baby
Put the hell's the point of this, now
You're never gonna kill me in the end
You're never gonna fuck me in the head
You're never gonna catch me in the act
You're never gonna find me in the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (whoa)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (na-na-na-na-na)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (whoa)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
What the fuck he on?
They're like, "What the fuck he on?"
What the fuck he on?
They're like, "What the fuck he on?"
What the fuck is he on?
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he, what the fuck is he, what the fuck is he on"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he, what the fuck is he, what the fuck is he on"
From coast to coast, his imperial majesty
Rockin' out
I'm just another soldier in a foxhole
I'm just another dog-face on the front line
I'm just another sailor in a lifeboat
I'm just another pilot falling out of the sky
You got to, you got to, you got to, you got to chill, baby
Put yourself in my place now
You got to, you got to, you got to, you got to heal, baby
Don't wait 'til it's too late now
You're never gonna kill me in the end
You're never gonna fuck me in the head
You're never gonna catch me in the act
You're never gonna find me in the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (whoa)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (na-na-na-na-na)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (whoa)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
(Rockin' out)
I'm just another dancer in the limelight
I'm just another bastard with a charm life
I'm just another sailor in a lifeboat
I'm just another lover with a white stroke, now
You got to, you got to, you got to, you got to chill, baby
Put yourself in my place now
You got to, you got to, you got to, you got to kill, baby
Put the hell's the point of this, now
You're never gonna kill me in the end
You're never gonna fuck me in the head
You're never gonna catch me in the act
You're never gonna find me in the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (whoa)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (na-na-na-na-na)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark (whoa)
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
What the fuck he on?
They're like, "What the fuck he on?"
What the fuck he on?
They're like, "What the fuck he on?"
What the fuck is he on?
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he, what the fuck is he, what the fuck is he on"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he on?"
They're like, "What the fuck is he, what the fuck is he, what the fuck is he on"
Credits
Writer(s): James Euringer, Gerard Way
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