My Chemical Romance

Alright, alright
Everybody pay attention to me,
I got the answer I got the answer
Street walking cheetah with a capital G
So get your hands up, now get your hands up
Hide your eyes we're gonna shine tonight
Sub-atomic never get the best of me
Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul (my soul!)
I sold it long ago for rock 'n' roll
Right now
Drop the needle when the tape deck blows
I gotta shout this out so everybody knows
This ain't a party
Get off the dance floor
You want the get down
Here comes the gang war
You're doin' alright
I got the answer
Cause all the good times, they give you cancer
If we were all like you in the end
Oh we'd be killing ourselves by sleeping in
So hit the lights I'll do it again
And keep your cars and your dogs and your famous friends
Well alright
Slide up the faders when the cabinet slams
And get your hands up, now get your hands up
Light up the stage and watch me kick out the jams
And throw your fist up, now throw your fist up
Ain't nobody gonna take my life
Ain't nobody gonna get the best of me
Ain't no preacher gonna save me now
Grab a seat I'm gonna show you how
Everybody hit the pyro cue
We're gonna blow this off and show you what we do
This ain't a party