Текст песни WWE - TLC 2010 Theme - My Chemical Romance - Na Na Na
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By club18858156 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! From mall security To every enemy We're on your property Standing in a V-formation Let's blow an artery Eat plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation (More! Gimme more! Gimme more!) 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! 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 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! Make no apologies It's death or victory On my authority Crash and burn Young and loaded Drop like a bulletshell 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! Будущее пуленепробиваемо, Последствие вторично, Пришло время сделать это сейчас и сделать это громко, Те,кто вечно брюзжит*, наделайте-ка шума Таблетки, дай мне таблеток, дай таблеток, Они не нужны мне, но я продам То, что у тебя есть, возьму наличку И буду держать,четверых у стены, Взорви бензоколонку, убей их всех, И мы уползем, уползем, уползем, Ты будешь моим детонатором Любовь, дай мне любви, дай любви, Она не нужна мне, но я возьму то, что я хочу Из твоего сердца, и положу В пакет, в коробку, поставлю и отмечу крестиком На полу, Дай же мне еще, хочу еще, хочу еще, Заткнись и пой со мной От охраны торгового центра На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на До каждого врага На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на Мы претендуем на вашу собственность, Стоя в строю, На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на Давай вскроем артерию На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на Ешь пластическую хирургию, Не утруждайся извинениями, Устрой-ка нам побольше взрывов Еще, дай же мне еще, хочу еще, Дай мне рассказать тебе о печальном человеке, Заткнись и дай мне посмотреть На твой восторг, Вспомни, ты когда-то был сумасшедшим, Ты думал, что ты был Бэтменом, И поджёг вечеринку из канистры с бензином, Поцелуй меня, животное! На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на Управляешь компанией На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на *бешься, как Кеннеди На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на Я думаю, мы бы скорее Сожгли инфу о тебе, На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на Давай-ка вскроем артерию, На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на Ешь пластическую хирургию На-на-на-на-на-на-на-на Не утруждайся извинениями, Устрой-ка нам побольше взрывов Прямо здесь, прямо сейчас, на всех дорогах в город батареи, Маленькие дети подняли грязные ладони, Как крошечные кинжалы к небесам, И все малолетние преступники и Риталиновые** крысы Спрашивают ангелов, сделанных из неона и гребаного мусора, Кричат: "Что спасет нас?" И неб |
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By club18858156
Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs
I do not 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 do not 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!
From mall security
To every enemy
We're on your property
Standing in a V-formation
Let's blow an artery
Eat plastic surgery
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
(More! Gimme more! Gimme more!)
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!
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
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
& Quot; What will save us? & Quot;
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!
Make no apologies
It's death or victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded
Drop like a bulletshell
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!
Future bulletproof,
The consequence of the second,
It's time to do it now and do it loud
Those who always whine * done a minute of noise
The tablets, pills, give me, give me pills,
They do not need me, but I'm selling
What you got, take the cash
And I will keep four of the wall,
Blow up the gas station, kill them all,
We crawled, crawled, crawled,
You will be my detonator
Love, give me love, give love,
She does not need me, but I'll take what I want
From your heart, and I will
The package, in the box marked with a cross and put
On the floor,
Give me more, and I want more, I want more,
Shut up and sing with me
From the protection of the shopping center
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Before each enemy
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We claim to your property,
Standing in line,
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Let shall open an artery
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Eat plastic surgery
Do not bother apologizing,
Arrange us some more explosions
Still, let me still, I want more,
Let me tell you about the sad man,
Shut up and let me see
To your delight,
Remember, you once had a crazy,
You thought you were Batman,
And set fire to the party of the gas canisters,
Kiss me, beast!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Management companies
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
* Beshsya as Kennedy
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I think we'd rather
Burned infu about you,
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Let's shall open the artery,
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Eat plastic surgery
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Do not bother apologizing,
Arrange us some more explosions
Right here, right now, on all roads in the city of batteries
Young children raised dirty palms
Like tiny daggers to heaven,
And all juvenile offenders and Ritalinovye ** rat
Ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage,
Cry: & quot; What will save us? & Quot;
And palates
