The futur is bulletproof
The aftermath is secondary
It's time to do it now and do ist loud
Killjoys,
Make some noise
Nanana..
Drugs
Give me drugs
Give me drugs
I don't need it
But sell
What you got
Take the cash
And I'll keep it
Eight legs on the wall
Hit the gas
Kill 'em all
And we crawl and we crawl and we crawl!
You be my detonator!
Love
Give me love
Give me love
I don't need it
But I take what I want from your heart
And I keep it in a bag
In a box
Put an 'x' on the floor
Give me more
Give me more
Give me more!
Shut up and sing it with me!
Nanana
For mall security
Nanana
To every enemy
Nanana
We're on your property
Standing in a V-formation
Nanana
Let's blow an artery
Nanana
Eat plastic surgery
Nanana
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
(More
Give me more
Give me more)
Let me tell you about the sad man
Shut up and let me see your jazz hands
Remember when you were a mad man
Thought you was batman
And hit the party with a gascan
Kiss me you animal!
You run the company
Fuck like a Kennedy
I think we'd rather be
Burning your information
Let's blow an artery
Eat plastic surgery
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
Right here
Right now
All the way in battery city
The little children
Raised their open filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to heaven
And all the juvee halls
And the ritalin rats
As angels made from neon
And fucking garbage scream out
"What will save us?"
And the sky opened up
Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one
No one
Wants to die
Wanna try?
Wanna try?
Wanna try?
Wanna try?
Wanna try?
No!
I'll be your detonator!
*solo*
Nanana...
Make no apology
It's death or victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded
Nanana...
Drop like a bulletshell
Dress like a sleeper cell
I'd rather go to hell
Than be in a purgatory
Cut my hair
Gag and bore me
Pull this pin
Let this world explode!
Writer(s): Michael Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Bob Bryar
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