Мой химический романс - Война с клоунами | Текст песни

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• Мой химический романс
• Война с клоунами

Look alive, Sunshine
109 in the sky but the pigs won’t quit
You’re here with me: Dr. Death Defying
I’ll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
Pumpin’ out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive
A system failure for the masses, empty matter for the master plan
Louder than God’s revolver and twice as shiny

This one’s for all of you rock’n'rollers
All you crash queens and motor babies

Listen up!
The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary!
It’s time to do it now and do it loud!
Killjoys, make some noise!

(Na Na Na...)

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs
I don't need 'em, but I'll sell what you got
Take the cash and I'll keep it
Eight legs to the wall
Hit the gas, kill them all
And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl
Give me that 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 an X on the floor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
Shut up and sing it with me

(Na Na Na...)

For my security
To every enemy
We're on your property
Standing in V formation

(Na Na Na...)

A swollen artery
Get plastic surgery
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation

(More! Gimme more! Gimme more!)

Oh, let me tell ya 'bout the sad man
Shut up and let me see your jazz hands
Remember when you were a madman
Thought you was Batman
And hit the party with a gas can
Kiss me you animal

(Na Na Na...)

You run the company
You're fucking kidding me!
I think we'd rather be
Burning your information

A swollen artery
Get plastic surgery
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation

And right here
Right now
All the way in Battery City
Little children
Raise their open filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to heaven
And all the juvie halls
And river rats
And the 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, oh
I'll be your detonator

(Na Na Na...)

Make no apology
And step the fuck away
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded

Drop like a bulletshell
Just like a sleeper cell
I'd rather go to hell
Than be in purgatory
Cut my hair
Gag and bore me
Pull this pin
Let this world explode