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Drugs,
Gimme drugs,
Gimme drugs,
I don't need 'em,
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.)

For my security,
To every enemy,
We're on their property,
Standing in a V formation.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

A swollen artery,
Plastic surgery,
Keep your apology,
Give us more detonation.

More! Gimme more! Gimme more!

Oh, let me tell ya 'bout the sad man,
Shut up and let me see your jazz hands.
Remember when you were a madman,
Thought you was Batman,
Hit the party with a gas can,
Kiss me you animal.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

To run the company,
To fucking Kennedy,
I think we'd rather be,
Burning your information.

A swollen artery,
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 juvi halls,
And vermin rats,
And the 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, yeah,
I'll be your detonator.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

Make no apology,
And step the fuck away,
On my authority,
Crash and burn,
Young and loaded.

Drop like a bullet shell,
Just like a sleeper cell,
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.