I'm your leader, I'm your teacher, I'm your Michelin Man
Gimme money, gimme lovin', give whatever you can
Holy water, sons and daughters, gotta stick to the plan
Ah-ha-ha
I'm your harlot, I'm your starlet, I'm your mission control
Screamin' "your fault," piston hunger, on the murder patrol
Throw your hands up, tiny dancers, I'm your Bugsy Malone
Ah-ha-ha
(A-a-ah)
I'll be your national treasure (a-ah)
Your knight in shinin' leather (a-a-ah)
You candyman or whatever
Yeah, whatever
Yeah, whatever
Light me up, yeah
Light me up, yeah
I'm your spunky Jesus junkie, got that get-up-and-go
Lift me higher, brimstone fire, burnin' outta control
Colonel Mustard, knuckle dusters, I'm exchangin' the blows
Ah-ha-ha
Mamma mia, nice to see ya, get that gun in your hand
[Crystal fighters, made and tied up in a family band?]
Point your pistol to the sun and leave 'em dead in the sand
Ah-ha-ha
(A-a-ah)
I'll be your national treasure (a-ah)
Your knight in shinin' leather (a-a-ah)
You candyman or whatever
Yeah, whatever
Yeah, whatever
Light me up, yeah
Light me up, yeah
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
Put a gun to their heads
All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
Put a gun to their heads
All my friends are... dead
Light me up, yeah
Light me up, yeah
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