and paint these walls in pitchfork red

i’m coming back from the dead

and if you could talk to me
tell me if it’s so
that all the good girls go to heaven
well heaven knows
that without you is how i disappear

been holding on forever

i mean this more than words can ever say

to join the black parade

part two of two

give a cheer for all the broken

part one of two

you’ll carry on

Well, I’ve got something to say
Grab your six-gun from your back
Throttle the ignition
Would I die for you?
Well here’s your answer in spades