Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

My Chemical Romance - Na Na Na



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 Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na ...

Drugs! gimme drugs, gimme drugs
I don't need it but I'll sell what ya 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 keep it in a bag, in a box, with 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 Na Na Na Na)
From mall security (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
To every enemy (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
We're on your property, standing in V formation
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Let's blow an artery, (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Eat plastic surgery (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
Oh remember when you were a mad man
Thought you was Batman
And hit the party with a gas can
Kiss me you animal!!!

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You run the company (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Fuck like a Kennedy (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
I think we'd rather be burning your information
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Let's blow an artery (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Eat plastic surgery (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Keep your apology, give us more detonation

Rght 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 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
Make no apologies (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
It's death or victory (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
On my authority, crash and burn, young and loaded
(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Drop like a bulletshell (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Dress like a sleeper cell (Na Na Na Na Na Na)
I'd rather go to hell, then be in purgatory
Cut my hair, gag and bore me
Pull this pin, let this world EXplode