MCRmy Ecuador

Look alive, sunshine
109 in the sky, but the pigs won’t quit
you are here with me, Dr. Death-Defying
I’ll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
pumpin’ out the medic sounds to keep you alive
a system failure for the masses
anti-matter for the master plan
louder than God’s revolver and twice as shine
this one’s for all you rock ‘n’ roller’s
all you crash queens and motor babies
listen up!
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.)

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.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

From mall security,
To every enemy,
We’re on your property,
Standing in V formation.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

Let’s blow an  artery,
Eat 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,
and hit the party with a gas can,
Kiss me you animal.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

You run the company,
Fuck like a Kennedy,
I think we’d rather be,
Burning your information.

Let’s blow an artery,
Eat plastic surgery,
Keep your apology,
Give us more detonation.

And right here,
Right now,
All the way in Battery City,
The little children,
Raised their open filthy palms,
Like tiny daggers up to heaven,
And all the juvee 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.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

Make no apology,
It’s death or victory,
On my authority,
Crash and burn,
Young and loaded.

Drop like a bulletshell,
Dress like a sleeper cell,
I’d rather go to Hell,
Then be in purgatory,
Cut my hair,
Gag and bore me,
Pull this pin,
Let this world explode.