WVF - Saturday Morning Slam | Текст песни

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• Saturday Morning Slam

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
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,
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