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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 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