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My Chemical Romance - Na Na Na Na Na Na Lyrics

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 on 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 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, na
From mall security
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
To every enemy
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
We're on your property
Standing in a V-formation

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Let's blow an artery
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Eat plastic surgery
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
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 mad man
Thought you was Batman
And hit the party with a gas can
Kiss me you animal!

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
You run the company
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Fuck like a Kennedy
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I think we'd rather be
Burning your information

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Let's blow an artery
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Eat plastic surgery
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation

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 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!

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Make no apologies
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
It's death or victory
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop like a bulletshell
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Dress like a sleeper cell
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'd rather go to hell
Than be in a purgatory

Cut my hair
Gag and bore me
Pull this pin
Let this world explode.