*Guitar*
Gerard: Drugs! Gimme me drugs Gimme me drugs,
I don't need it but still what toi got,
still take the cash and I'll keep it.
Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas at the mall
Every crawl, every crawl, every crawl, now hit that detonator.
Dani: Love, gimme me love, gimme me love,
I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart
and keep it in a bag in a box on the floor with an X,
gimme me more, gimme me more
Patrick: Now sing it with me:
For my security, to every enemy,
we're on your property standing in a V-formation
let's do it properly, plastic surgery, we're not an apology
get us more, give us your detonation.
Dani: Let me tell toi about the Snagman,
shut up and let me see your jazz hands,
ou remember when toi were a madman, thought toi were Batman,
and hit the party with a gas can.
Let me see toi run it more.
Gerard: We're on your property,
We're a public enemy,
I think we better find more, burden your information.
Let's pull the lottery,
it's like plastic surgery
we won't giva an apology,
Give us plus detonation!
Spoken:
Patrick and Dani: And right here, right now,
All the way in Battery City,
the little children, raise your open filthy palms like tiny daggers up to heaven
And all the toi guys, and the river rats,
as anges made from neon eating garbage are screaming out
"why don't toi save us?"
and the sky opened up
Everybody wants to change the world, everybody wants to change the world.
But no one wants to die, wanna die?
Patrick, Dani and Gerard: Make no apology
this is way to fun to me
I'm not your authority
Crash and burn,
We're young and loaded,
Drop like a bulletshell,
just like a sleeper cell,
I'd rather go to hell than be in a purgatory,
cut my hair
gag and bore me.
pull this pin,
and let this world explode
Gerard: Drugs! Gimme me drugs Gimme me drugs,
I don't need it but still what toi got,
still take the cash and I'll keep it.
Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas at the mall
Every crawl, every crawl, every crawl, now hit that detonator.
Dani: Love, gimme me love, gimme me love,
I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart
and keep it in a bag in a box on the floor with an X,
gimme me more, gimme me more
Patrick: Now sing it with me:
For my security, to every enemy,
we're on your property standing in a V-formation
let's do it properly, plastic surgery, we're not an apology
get us more, give us your detonation.
Dani: Let me tell toi about the Snagman,
shut up and let me see your jazz hands,
ou remember when toi were a madman, thought toi were Batman,
and hit the party with a gas can.
Let me see toi run it more.
Gerard: We're on your property,
We're a public enemy,
I think we better find more, burden your information.
Let's pull the lottery,
it's like plastic surgery
we won't giva an apology,
Give us plus detonation!
Spoken:
Patrick and Dani: And right here, right now,
All the way in Battery City,
the little children, raise your open filthy palms like tiny daggers up to heaven
And all the toi guys, and the river rats,
as anges made from neon eating garbage are screaming out
"why don't toi save us?"
and the sky opened up
Everybody wants to change the world, everybody wants to change the world.
But no one wants to die, wanna die?
Patrick, Dani and Gerard: Make no apology
this is way to fun to me
I'm not your authority
Crash and burn,
We're young and loaded,
Drop like a bulletshell,
just like a sleeper cell,
I'd rather go to hell than be in a purgatory,
cut my hair
gag and bore me.
pull this pin,
and let this world explode
Kenya *writing *
her poem
I watch the rain fall but something strange happen It was blood tripping down from the nuage I wondered why the lord did that I turn to two girls with cuts on their arm I look scared at my siperiod and wonder what the couteau for my superiod cut my arm until red blood squirt out of my arm I scream of pain at the couteau cutting at my skin I fell hard to the ground hoping the pain will stop I turn to the girls like they wanted me to help them I stood up and hold my arm close watching blood drip the suivant time I saw them I had a scar which scratch in my skin Emo
her poem
I watch the rain fall but something strange happen It was blood tripping down from the nuage I wondered why the lord did that I turn to two girls with cuts on their arm I look scared at my siperiod and wonder what the couteau for my superiod cut my arm until red blood squirt out of my arm I scream of pain at the couteau cutting at my skin I fell hard to the ground hoping the pain will stop I turn to the girls like they wanted me to help them I stood up and hold my arm close watching blood drip the suivant time I saw them I had a scar which scratch in my skin Emo