My Chemical Romance - Na Na Na (Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys 2010) | Текст песни

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• 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