The future is bulletproof. The aftermath is secondary. It's time to do it now and do it loud. Killjoys, make some noise!
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. 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.