My Chemical Romance Lyric Booklet

Party Poison

IN JAPANESE:

(Everyone!

The car has a full tank

So we're packing the explosives in a suitcase

Life is short

And there are many dangers on the road we travel

So let's dance!)

Everybody pay attention to me

I got the answer

I got the answer

Street walking cheetah with a capitol 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

Aint a DJ gonna save my soul (ny soul)

I sold in long ago for rock 'n' roll (whoa oh)

Drop the needle when the tape-deck blows

I gotta shout this out so everybody knows

This aint 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

Cos 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 hand up

Light up the stage and watch me kick out the jams

So throw your fist up

Now throw your fist up

Aint nobody gonna take my life

Aint nobody gonna get the best of me

Aint a 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 aint 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

Cos 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

Well alright

Well alright

oh oh oh oh

Well alright

We came to party

Kill the party tonight

We came to party

Kill the party tonight

Let's go

This aint 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

Cos all the good times

Gimme, gimme good times, people tonight

This aint a party

Get off the dance-floor

You want the get-down

Here comes the encore

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

So everybody get down

Till the party breaks down

Now everybody get down

Now everybody get down

Till the party breaks down

Tonight...