Letra Música 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
My Chemical Romance – Na Na Na – Ouvir Música