(Na Na Na...)
 [bad word]  gimme [bad word]  gimme [bad word] I don't need 'em, but I'll sell what you got
Take the cash and I'll keep it
Eight legs to the wall
Hit the gas, kill them all
And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl
Give me that 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...)

For my security
To every enemy
We're on your property
Standing in V formation

(Na Na Na...)

swollen artery
Get 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...)
 [bad word] [bad word] You're [bad word] kidding me!
I think we'd rather be
Burning your information

swollen artery
Get plastic surgery
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation

And right here
Right now
All the way in Battery City
Little children
Raise their open filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to heaven
And all the juvie halls
And river rats
And the angels
Made from neon and [bad word] 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, oh
I'll be your detonator

(Na Na Na...)

Make no apology
And step the [bad word] away
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded

Drop like a bulletshell
Just like a sleeper cell
I'd rather go to [bad word] Than be in purgatory
Cut my hair
Gag and bore me
Pull this pin
Let this world explode