My Chemical Romance Na Na Na

Tom: B (intro) Ab Eb Db Gb E Eb Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Ab Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs Eb I don't need them but I'll sell what you got Dbm Take the cash and I'll keep it eight legs to the wall Gb Hit the gas, kill 'em all Ab Eb And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl You be my detonator Ab Love, gimme love, gimme love Ebm I don't need it but I'll take what I want Dbm From your heart and I'll keep it in a bag Gb In a box, put an X on the floor Ab Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more Eb Shut up and sing it with me (refrão) B Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Gb From mall security to every enemy Abm E G We're on your property standing in V formation B Gb let's blow an artery, eat plastic surgery Abm E G Keep your apology give us more detonation ( Abm ) (More! Gimme more! Gimme more!) Ab Oh, let me tell ya 'bout the sad man Eb Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Db Remember when you were a madman Gb Thought you was Batman Ab Hit the party with a gas can Eb Kiss me you animal B Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Gb You run the company. Abm F like a Kennedy E G I think we'd rather be burning your information B Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Gb Lets blow and artery Abm Eat plastic surgery E G Keep your apology give us more detonation Abm G And right here right now Gbm Dbm All the way in Battery City E D Ab Little children, raise their open filthy palms Like tiny daggers up to heaven Abm G Gb And all the juvee halls and Ritalin rats Fm E Ask angels made from neon and fcking garbage G Abm Scream out "What will save us?" And the sky opened up Eb Everybody wants to change the world Bm Db Everybody wants to change the world E Ebm But no one, no one wants to die Ab Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try Abm Wanna try, wanna try, oh Ab I'll be your detonator ( B Gb Abm E G ) B Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Gb Make no apologies Abm It's death or victory Ab On my authority E Crash and burn G Young and loaded B Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Gb Drop like a bullet shell Abm Dress like a sleeper cell E G I'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory E G Cut my hair gag and bore me E G B Pull this pin let this world explode