My Chemical Romance

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The future is bulletproofThe aftermath is secondaryIt’s time to do it now and do it loudKilljoys, make some noiseNa, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-naNa, na-na, na-na, na-naNa, na-na, na-na, na-naNa-na, na-na, na-na

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugsI don’t need it, but I’ll sell what you gotTake the cash and I’ll keep itEight legs to the wallHit the gas, kill ’em allAnd we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawlYou be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme loveI don’t need it, but I’ll take what I want from your heartAnd I’ll keep it in a bag, in a boxPut an “X” on the floorGimme more, gimme more, gimme moreShut up and sing it with me

From mall security(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)To every enemy(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)We’re on your propertyStanding in V formation

Let’s blow an artery(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)Eat plastic surgery(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)Keep your apologyGive us more detonation

More, gimme more, gimme more

Oh, let me tell you ’bout the sad manShut up and let me see your jazz handsRemember when you were a madmanThought you was BatmanAnd hit the party with a gas canKiss me, you animal

You run the company(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)Fuck like a Kennedy(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)I think we’d rather beBurning your information

Let’s blow an artery(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)Eat plastic surgery(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)Keep your apologyGive us more detonation

And right hereRight nowAll the way in Battery CityThe little childrenRaise their open filthy palmsLike tiny daggers up to heaven

And all the juvie hallsAnd the Ritalin ratsAsk angels made from neonAnd fucking garbageScream out, “What will save us?”And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the worldEverybody wants to change the worldBut no one, no one wants to dieWanna try, wanna try, wanna tryWanna try, wanna try, nowI’ll be your detonator

Make no apology(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)It’s death or victory(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)On my authorityCrash and burn, young and loaded

Drop like a bullet shell(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)Dress like a sleeper cell(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)I’d rather go to hell

Than be in purgatoryCut my hairGag and bore mePull this pinLet this world explode

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