"Blood"
 
Well they encourage your complete cooperation,
Send you roses when they think you need to smile.
I can't control myself because I don't know how,
And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while.

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!

A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck. (Oh thank you!)

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!

The Mad Gear And Missile Kid (EP, 2010)



1.   F.T.W.W.W.
2.   Mastas Of Ravenkroft
3.   Black Dragon Fighting Society

"F.T.W.W.W."
 
They wanna grip the cross,
Make cavities,
And just because it purely is a crime
We full-on freak the cops, that causality
And break the walls of cryogenic slime

She said come on, come on, kiss my battery,
Come on, come on, I’ll be your android girl,
She said come on, come on, kiss my battery,
Come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world

Turn up the fades and lies, just dance with me,
You stare me down and take my only guise
They need the ones you got,
And laugh for me,
Destroy the council where your mother cries

She said come on, come on, kiss my battery,
Come on, come on, I’ll be your android girl,
She said come on, come on, lick that battery,
Come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world

We all gotta die,
but tonight we’d sell our skins to get you out,
We all gotta try,
I’ll be red with another arms,
with another slide
I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna go,
I don’t gotta know where I’m gonna die
I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna go,
I don’t gotta know where I’m gonna die

Scratch them all,
Spit casually
A heart,
You got it in the one you need
I’m at a loss, because of tragedy,
For what you got I got the ones you need
She said come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world,
She said come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world
She said come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world
She said come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world
She said come, come on just spit causally,
Come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world
She said come, come on just spit causally,
Come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world

"Mastas Of Ravenkroft"
 
Salutations,
From our greater northwest ally and
Reservations,
At the Cosa Nostra steak house 8 P.M.

You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
I’m turning into some dust
I’m turning into some bats

Medication,
And the way your eyes look into me,
Lubrication,
Can you turn off all the lights so I can’t see?

You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
I’m dressing up like the Crow
I’m turning into some rats

X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O,
X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O!

You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
He’s got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
They got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
I’m turning into some wolves
I’m dressing up like a cat
You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands
I’m so fucking old
I’m so fucking alone

"Black Dragon Fighting Society"
 
Yeah I drink juice when I'm killing cause it's fucking delicious

Hanging in the party down with Tommy Chong [?]
When up came the day when karate was young [?]
I got a medical emergency, medical emergency
We got a medical emergency, medical emergency

Switching up my style, bring a friend out with
Better grab your soul from the fingers of death
I got a medical emergency, medical emergency
We got a medical emergency, medical emergency

Whoaaaaa
Whoaaaaa
Whoaaaaa
Whoaaaaa

1-2-3-4
Bass!
1-2-3-4

Hanging in the party down with Tommy Chong [?]
Take you to a time when karate was young
I got a medical emergency, medical emergency
We got a medical emergency, medical emergency

Whoaaaaa
Whoaaaaa
Whoaaaaa
Whoaaaaa

We got a medical emergency, medical emergency

Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys (2010)



1.   Look Alive, Sunshine
2.   Na Na Na
3.   Bulletproof Heart
4.   SING
5.   Planetary (GO!)
6.   The Only Hope For Me Is You
7.   Jet-Star And The Kobra Kid/Traffic Report
8.   Party Poison
9.   Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back
10.   S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W
11.   Summertime
12.   DESTROYA
13.   The Kids From Yesterday
14.   Goodnite, Dr. Death
15.   Vampire Money
16.   We Don't Need Another Song About California / iTunes Bonus Track
17.   Zero Percent / Japanese Bonus Track

"Look Alive, Sunshine"
 
Look alive, Sunshine
109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit
You're here with me: Dr. Death Defying
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive
A system failure for the masses, anti-matter for the master plan
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny

This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers
All you crash queens and motor babies

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

"Na Na Na"
 
(Na Na Na...)

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

(Na Na Na...)

From mall security
To every enemy
We're on your property
Standing in V formation

(Na Na Na...)

Let's blow an artery
Eat plastic surgery
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation

(More! Gimme more! Gimme more!)

Oh, Let me tell you 'bout the sad man
Shut up and let me see your jazz hands
Remember when you were a madman
Thought you was Batman
And hit the party with a gas can
Kiss me you animal

(Na Na Na...)

You run the company
Fuck like a Kennedy
I think we'd rather be
Burning your information

Let's blow an artery
Eat plastic surgery
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation

And right here
Right now
All the way in Battery City
The little children
Raise their open filthy palms
Like tiny daggers up to heaven
And all the juvee halls
And the Ritalin rats
Ask the angels made from neon
and fucking garbage scream out "What will save us?"
And the sky opened up

"Bulletproof Heart"
 
Gravity
Don't mean too much to me
I'm who I've got to be
These pigs are after me,
After you

Run away,
Like it was yesterday
And we could run away
If we could run away,
Run away from here

I got a bulletproof heart
You got a hollow point smile
Me and your runaway scars,
Got a photograph dream on the getaway mile

Let's blow a hole in this town
And do our talking with a laser blade
Gunnin' out of this place in a bullet's embrace
Then we'll do it again

How can they say,
"Jenny could you come back home?"
'Cause everybody knows you don't
Ever wanna come back,
let me be the one to save you

Gravity
Don't mean too much to me
I'm who I've got to be
These pigs are after me,
After you

Run away
Like it was yesterday
When we could run away,
When we could run away,
Run away from here

I'm shootin' out of this room
Because I sure don't like the company
Stop your preaching right there 'cause I really don't care
And I'll do it again

So get me out of my head
'Cause it's getting kinda cramped, you know
Coming ready or not when the motor gets hot
We can do it again

The papers say,
"Johnny won't you come back home?"
'Cause everybody knows you don't
Want to give yourself up, tell the truth
And God will save you

Gravity
Don't mean too much to me
I'm who I've got to be
These pigs are after me,
After you

"SING"
 
Sing it out, boy, you got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it out, girl, you got to be what tomorrow needs
For every time that they want to count you out
Use your voice, every single time you open up your mouth

Sing it for the boys,
Sing it for the girls
Everytime that you lose it, sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

Sing it out, boy, they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out, girl, before they kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to make a choice
If the music drowns you out
And raise your voice
Every single time they try and shut your mouth

Sing it for the boys,
Sing it for the girls
Everytime that you lose it, sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

Cleaned up corporation progress
Dying in the process,
Children that can talk about it
Living on the webways,
People moving sideways
Sell it till your last days
Buy yourself the motivation
Generation nothing
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of a white dream
I am not the singer that you wanted, but a dancer
I refuse to answer
Talk about the past, Sir
Wrote it for the ones who want to get away
Keep running