Just a couple of changes to another version.
It sounds better this way on an acoustic guitar, and is easier to play!
CAPO 1
Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Am
Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs
E
I don't need them but I'll sell what you got
Dm
Take the cash and I'll keep it eight legs to the wall
G
Hit the gas, kill 'em all
Am E7
And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl
You be my detonator
Am
Love, gimme love, gimme love
E
I don't need it but I'll take what I want
Dm
From your heart and I'll keep it in a bag
G
In a box, put an X on the floor
Am
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
E
Shut up and sing it with me
Chorus
C
Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
G
From mall security to every enemy
Am F G
We're on your property standing in V formation
C G
let's blow an artery, eat plastic surgery
Am F G
Keep your apology give us more detonation
Am
(More! Gimme more! Gimme more!)
Am
Oh, let me tell ya 'bout the sad man
E
Shut up and let me see your jazz hands
Dm
Remember when you were a madman
G
Thought you was Batman
Am
Hit the party with a gas can
E
Kiss me you animal
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C
Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
G
You run the company.
Am
F*** like a Kennedy
F G
I think we'd rather be burning your information
C
Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
G
Lets blow and artery
Am
Eat plastic surgery
F G
Keep your apology give us more detonation
Am G
And right here right now
Gm Dm
All the way in Battery City
F D# a
Little children, raise their open filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to heaven
Am G
And all the juvee halls and Ritalin rats
F
Ask angels made from neon and f**cking garbage
G Am7
Scream out "What will save us?"
And the sky opened up
Am E
Everybody wants to change the world
G D
Everybody wants to change the world
F E7
But no one, no one wants to die
a
Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try
Am
Wanna try, wanna try, oh
a
I'll be your detonator
(C G Am F G)
C
Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
G
Make no apologies
Am
It’s death or victory
a
On my authority
F
Crash and burn
G
Young and loaded
C
Na na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
G
Drop like a bullet shell
Am
Dress like a sleeper cell
F G
I'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory
F G
Cut my hair gag and bore me
F G C
Pull this pin let this world explode
