paroles de chanson Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance
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,
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
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)
Make
no
apology
(Na,
na-na,
na-na,
na-na)
It's
death
or
victory
(Na,
na-na,
na-na,
na-na)
On
my
authority
Crash
and
burn,
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
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