| The future is bulletproof
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| The aftermath is secondary
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| It's time to do it now and do it loud
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| Killjoys, make some noise
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| Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
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| Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
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| Na, na-na, na-na, na-na
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| Na-na, na-na, na-na
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| Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs
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| I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got
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| Take the cash and I'll keep it
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| Eight legs to the wall
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| Hit the gas, kill 'em all
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| And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl
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| You be my detonator
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| Love, gimme love, gimme love
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| I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart
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| And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box
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| Put an "X" on the floor
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| Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
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| Shut up and sing it with me
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| From mall security
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| To every enemy
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| We're on your property
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| Standing in V formation
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| Let's blow an artery
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| Eat plastic surgery
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| Keep your apology
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| Give us more detonation
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| More, gimme more, gimme more
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| Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man
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| Shut up and let me see your jazz hands
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| Remember when you were a madman
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| Thought you was Batman
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| And hit the party with a gas can
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| Kiss me. |
| you animal
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| You run the company
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| Fuck like a Kennedy
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| I think we'd rather be
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| Burning your information
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| Let's blow an artery
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| Eat plastic surgery
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| Keep your apology
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| Give us more detonation
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| And right here
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| Right now
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| All the way in Battery City
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| The little children
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| Raise their open filthy palms
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| Like tiny daggers up to heaven
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| And all the juvie halls
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| And the Ritalin rats
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| Ask angels made from neon
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| And fucking garbage
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| Scream out, "What will save us?"
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| And the sky opened up
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| Everybody wants to change the world
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| Everybody wants to change the world
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| But no one, no one wants to die
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| Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try
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| Wanna try, wanna try, now
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| I'll be your detonator
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| Make no apology
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| It's death or victory
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| On my authority
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| Crash and burn, young and loaded
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| Drop like a bullet shell
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| Dress like a sleeper cell
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| (Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
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| I'd rather go to hell
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| Than be in purgatory
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| Cut my hair
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| Gag and bore me
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| Pull this pin
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| Let this world explode |