My Chemical Romance

Gerard: Well, are you ready, Ray?
Ray: Yeah...
Gerard: How about you, Frank?
Frank: Oh, I'm there, baby
Gerard: How about you, Mikey?
Mikey: Fucking ready...
Gerard: Well, I think I'm alright
3-2-1 We came to fuck
Everybody party till the gasman comes
Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun
And get a parking violation on La Brea till it's done
Hair Back, collar up, jet black, so cool!
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you, c'mon
When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon!)
Play the game and take band real far (c'mon!)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon!)
Pick a fight at an airport bar
The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure it's funny
Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon!
3-2-1 we got the bomb
Everybody hurry till the taxman comes
Glimmer like Bolan in the morning sun
And get your finger on the trigger
Tap the barrel of the a gun
Hair back, motherfucker!
Jet black, so cool
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you (c'mon!)