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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Iero
Rhythm Guitar
Mikey Way
Bass Guitar
Jamie Muhoberac
Keyboards
Gerard Way
Lead Vocals
John J. Miceli
Drums
Raymond Toro
Background Vocals
Steve Righ?
Intro Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Iero
Songwriter
Mikey Way
Songwriter
Bob Bryar
Songwriter
Gerard Way
Songwriter
Raymond Toro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
My Chemical Romance
Producer
Andrew Schubert
Additional Engineer
Brad Townsend
Additional Engineer
Dan Chase
Additional Engineer
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Russ Waugh
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Rea
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe Libretti
Drum Technician
Doug McKean
Recording Engineer
Alan "Ace" Bergman
Guitar Technician
R.J. Ronquillo
Guitar Technician
Todd "Youth" Schofield
Guitar Technician
Jamie Muhoberac
Sound Design
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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, 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)
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) 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
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) 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 (Na-na-na)
And hit the party with a gas can?
Kiss me, you animal!
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) 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
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) 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
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) Make no apology
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) It's death or victory
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) And my authority
Crash and burning, young and loaded
(Na, na-na-na, na-na-na) 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
Writer(s): Michael Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Bob Bryar
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