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!
Come 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, with an X on the floor
Gimme more! Gimme more! Gimme more!
Shut up and sing it with me!
For my security
To every enemy
We’re on your property
Standing in v-formation
It’s spilling out of me
Your plastic surgery
Keep your apology!
Give us more detonation!
More, gimme more, gimme more!
Well let me tell you ‘bout the sad man
Shut up and lemme 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
Like a Kennedy
I think you’d rather be
Burning your information
It’s pouring out of me
Your plastic surgery
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 ****ing 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
I’ll be your detonator!
Make no apology
It’s time for victory
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 purgatory
Cut my hair
Gag and bore me
Pull this pin
Let this world explode
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!
Come 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, with an X on the floor
Gimme more! Gimme more! Gimme more!
Shut up and sing it with me!
For my security
To every enemy
We’re on your property
Standing in v-formation
It’s spilling out of me
Your plastic surgery
Keep your apology!
Give us more detonation!
More, gimme more, gimme more!
Well let me tell you ‘bout the sad man
Shut up and lemme 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
Like a Kennedy
I think you’d rather be
Burning your information
It’s pouring out of me
Your plastic surgery
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 ****ing 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
I’ll be your detonator!
Make no apology
It’s time for victory
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 purgatory
Cut my hair
Gag and bore me
Pull this pin
Let this world explode
