Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Na, na na, na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na, na na, na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na, na na, na, na na
Na, na na na, na na
Na, na na na na
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
Eight 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 an X on the floor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
(Shut up and sing it with me)
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) From mall security
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) To every enemy
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) We're on your property
Standing in V-formation
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Let's blow an artery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Eat plastic surgery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
More, gimme more, gimme more!
Oh, 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 Batman (Na-na-na)
And hit the party with a gas can?
Kiss me, you animal!
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) You run the company
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Fuck like a Kennedy
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) I think we'd rather be
Burning your information
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Let's blow an artery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Eat plastic surgery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
And right here, right now, all the way in Battery City
The little children raise their open, filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to Heaven
And all the juvie 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
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Make no apology
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) It's death or victory
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) And my authority
Crash and burning, young and loaded
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Drop like a bullet shell
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Dress like a sleeper cell
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) I'd rather go to Hell
Than be in purgatory
Cut my hair, gag and bore me
Pull this pin, let this world explode
Na na na, na na na
Na, na na, na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na, na na, na, na na
Na, na na na, na na
Na, na na na na
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
Eight 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 an X on the floor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
(Shut up and sing it with me)
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) From mall security
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) To every enemy
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) We're on your property
Standing in V-formation
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Let's blow an artery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Eat plastic surgery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
More, gimme more, gimme more!
Oh, 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 Batman (Na-na-na)
And hit the party with a gas can?
Kiss me, you animal!
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) You run the company
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Fuck like a Kennedy
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) I think we'd rather be
Burning your information
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Let's blow an artery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Eat plastic surgery
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
And right here, right now, all the way in Battery City
The little children raise their open, filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to Heaven
And all the juvie 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
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Make no apology
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) It's death or victory
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) And my authority
Crash and burning, young and loaded
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Drop like a bullet shell
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Dress like a sleeper cell
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) I'd rather go to Hell
Than be in purgatory
Cut my hair, gag and bore me
Pull this pin, let this world explode
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Bob Bryar
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