Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na 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! 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. Every crawl, every crawl, Every crawl could be my detonator. Love, gimme love, gimme love. I don't need it, but I'll take word of Want from your heart, and I'll 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. From lost security To every enemy We're on your property. Standing in V formation. We're blowing our array. In plastic surgery. Keep your apology. Give us more detonation. More, gimme gimme more. I'll never tell you 'bout the sad man. Shut up and let me see your jazz hands. Remember when you were a madman? Thought you were Batman and hit the party with A gas can. Kiss me, you animal. You run the company. You're like a Kennedy. I think we'd rather be burning your information. We're blowing our array. In plastic surgery. Keep your apology. Give us more detonation. And right here, right now, all the way in Battery City, Little children raise their open, Filthy palms like tiny daggers up to Heaven. And all the chewbee halls and the wriggling rats At cages made from neon and garbage screamed 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. Make no apology. It's never gonna be. On my authority. Clash and burning, young and learning. Drop like a bullet shell. Just like a sleeper cell. I'd rather go to Hell. Stand me in a purgatory. Cut my hair, gag and vomit. Pull this pin and let this world explode.