Songtexte National Treasure - Barns Courtney

I'm your leader, I'm your teacher, I'm your Michelin man
Give me money, give me loving, give whatever you can
Holy waters, sons and daughters, gotta stick to the plan

Ha-ha-ha
I'm your harlot, I'm your starlet, I'm your mission control
Screaming "your fault," piston hunger, on the murder control
Throw your hands up, tiny dancers, I'm your Bugsy Malone
Ha-ha-ha

(Ha-ha-ha)
I'll be your national treasure (ha-ha)
Your knight in shining leather (ha-ha-ha)
Your Candyman or whatever
Yeah, whatever
Yeah, whatever

Light me up, yeah
Light me up, yeah

I'm your spunky, Jesus junkie, got that get up and go
Lift me higher, brimstone fire, burning outta control
Colonel mustard, knuckle dusters, I'm exchanging the blows
Ha-ha-ha

Mama mia, nice to see ya, get that gun in your hand
Crystal fighters, made and tied up in a family band
Point your pistol to the sun, or leave 'em dead in the sand
Ha-ha-ha

(Ha-ha-ha)
I'll be your national treasure (ha-ha)
Your knight in shining leather (ha-ha-ha)
Your Candyman or whatever
Yeah, whatever
Yeah, whatever

Light me up, yeah
Light me up, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
Put a gun to their heads
All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
Put a gun to their heads
All my friends are dead

Light me up, yeah
Light me up, yeah