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