Songtext von National Treasure

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 highеr, brimstone fire, burnin' outta control Colonel Mustard, knucklе 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