Na Na Na (Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys 2010)
Na nanananananananananana
Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need it. But I'll sell What you got, take the cash And I'll keep it 8 legs to the wall, Hit the gas, kill'em all, And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl You be my detonator
Love, gimme love, gimme love I don't need it, but I'll take what I want From your heart and I'll keep it In a bag, in a box, put and x On the floor Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more Shut up and sing it with me
Na nanananananananananana
From mall security
Nanananananananananana
To every enemy
Nanananananananananana
We're on your property Standing in V-formation
Nanananananananananana
Let's blow an artery
Nanananananananananana
Eat plastic surgery
Nanananananananananana
Keep your apology Give us more detonation
More, gimme more, gimme more Let me tell you 'bout the sad man, Shut up and let me see Your jazz hands, Remember when you were a madman, Thought you was a batman And hit the party with a gas can Kiss me, you animal!!!
Nanananananananananana
You run the company
Nanananananananananana
Fuck like a kennedy
Nanananananananananana
I think we'd rather be Burning your information
Nanananananananananana
Let's blow an artery
Nanananananananananana
Eat plastic surgery,
Nanananananananananana
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 Ask 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, now I'll be your detonator
Nanananananananananana
Make no apologies
Nanananananananananana
It's death or victory
Nanananananananananana
On my authority Crash and burn young and loaded
Nanananananananananana
Drop like a bulletshell
Nanananananananananana
Dress like a sleeper cell
Nanananananananananana
I'd rather go to hell Then be in purgatory, Cut my hair, gag and bore me, Put this pin, let this world explode