this is the my interpretation of the actual song since it doesn't actually include the intro of the 'art is the weapon' video
Drugs, give me drugs, give me 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 animal!
And we crawl! And we crawl! And we crawl!
Give me my detonator!
Love, give me love, give me 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
Give me more! Give me more! Give me more!
Shut up and sing it with me!
For my security
To every enemy
We’re on your property
Standing in V-Formation
Explode an artery
Need plastic surgery
Keep you apology
Give us more detonation!
Let me tell you about 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
A fucking Kennedy
I think we’d rather be
Burning your information
Explode an artery
Need plastic surgery
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation!
And right here, right now,
All the way to Battery City
The little children raise their open, filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to heaven
And all that you caused, and the writhered(?) rats
As angels made from neon and fucking garbage scream out
“What will save us?”
And the sky opened up
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one, no one wants to die
Want to try!? Want to try?! Want to try!?
I’ll be your detonator!
Make no apology
It’s just obituary
I’m my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded
Drop like a bullet shell
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!
this is the my interpretation of the actual song since it doesn't actually include the intro of the 'art is the weapon' video
Drugs, give me drugs, give me 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 animal! And we crawl! And we crawl! And we crawl! Give me my detonator!
Love, give me love, give me 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 Give me more! Give me more! Give me more! Shut up and sing it with me!
For my security To every enemy We’re on your property Standing in V-Formation
Explode an artery Need plastic surgery Keep you apology Give us more detonation!
Let me tell you about 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 A fucking Kennedy I think we’d rather be Burning your information
Explode an artery Need plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation!
And right here, right now, All the way to Battery City The little children raise their open, filthy palms Like tiny daggers up to heaven And all that you caused, and the writhered(?) rats As angels made from neon and fucking garbage scream out “What will save us?” And the sky opened up
Everybody wants to change the world But no one, no one wants to die Want to try!? Want to try?! Want to try!? I’ll be your detonator!
Make no apology It’s just obituary I’m my authority Crash and burn Young and loaded
Drop like a bullet shell 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!