#remember when you was a madman thought you was batman and hit the party with a gascan kiss me you animal

[emma-d-klutz]

The Hook signal? 🤣

[imakeupthingsaboutkilljoys]

Look Alive, Sunshine / Na Na Na

Look alive, sunshine 109 in the sky, but the pigs won't quit 109 is his radio frequency, the 'pigs' refer to anyone working under BL/ind (so, Dracs, Exterminators, and SCARECROWS). 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 The purpose of his radio station is to guide Killjoys through the desert. Does it imply that he's guiding newer escapees? It works, especially considering that this is the first track on the album; we're the new Killjoys he's guiding. A system failure for the masses Anti-matter for the master plan Fighting against BL/ind. Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny Killjoys and self-expression. This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers All you crash queens and motor babies Listen up

Conclusion: This is from the perspective of Dr Death. He's guiding us through the Killjoy's world.

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The future is bulletproof The aftermath is secondary The BL/ind slogan. It's time to do it now and do it loud Killjoys, make some noise Killjoy rebellion and self-expression. Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-na The "na"s are probably taunting/teasing, but could just be singing along. Who knows. Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs The BL/ind methods of mind manipulation. Eight legs to the wall The fab four logo (the spider). Is it because they're pests to BL/ind? Hit the gas, kill 'em all And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl Crawling through life, out of sight of BL/ind. Also a spider logo reference. From mall security To every enemy We're on your property Standing in V formation No matter how hard people try and exterminate them, they will find a way to rebel. Let's blow an artery Referenced in the music lyric video to be about fast food, possibly linked to American consumerism. Eat plastic surgery BL/ind prioritises conformity---is plastic surgery encouraged in Battery City? Keep your apology Give us more detonation Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Reference to "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who. They are seen as villains in the eyes of BL/ind, but really they just want freedom. Remember when you were a madman Thought you was Batman And hit the party with a gas can Their aspirations to be heroes. Kiss me, you animal More freedom of expression, especially if this has queer subtext. You run the company Fuck like a Kennedy The link between freedom and power. I think we'd rather be Burning your information Anti-corporation sentiment. And right here Right now All the way in Battery City Battery City is the city run by BL/ind. The little children Raise their open filthy palms Like tiny daggers up to heaven Rebellion and a (possibly) futile hope for freedom. And all the juvie halls The people apprehended for fighting the norms. And the Ritalin rats The people who were controlled by BL/ind medication. Ask angels made from neon And fucking garbage Radioactive. Scream out, "What will save us?" And the sky opened up Reference to Destroya, possibly. More likely it's their belief that the Girl will play a major role in taking down BL/ind. Everybody wants to change the world Everybody wants to change the world But no one, no one wants to die They know they'll need to sacrifice themselves to make their difference. Make no apology It's death or victory Again, knowing they must sacrifice themselves. On my authority Crash and burn, young and loaded Power in the youth. Drop like a bullet shell People will need to drop (die) in order to succeed. Dress like a sleeper cell Wait for the word that victory is near. I'd rather go to hell Than be in purgatory It's better to die a sinner than have done nothing to stop a worse evil. Purgatory could also reference BL/ind mind control. Cut my hair Gag and bore me Removing self-expression and liberation. Pull this pin Let this world explode Reference to the Girl's fate.

Conclusion: This is all of the fab four singing, like an anthem for the Killjoys, and establishes their desires, beliefs, and goals.

[johnniescrossnecklace]

OH LEMME TELL YOU BOUT THE SAD MAN

SHUT UP AND LEMME 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

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

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-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na

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

From mall security

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

To every enemy

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

We're on your property

Standing in V formation

Let's blow an artery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Eat plastic surgery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

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

You run the company

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Fuck like a Kennedy

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

I think we'd rather be

Burning your information

Let's blow an artery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Eat plastic surgery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

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 juvie halls

And the Ritalin rats

Ask angels made from neon

And fucking garbage

Scream out, "What will save us?"

And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the world

Everybody wants to change the world

But no one, no one wants to die

Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try

Wanna try, wanna try, now

I'll be your detonator

Make no apology

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

It's death or victory

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

On my authority

Crash and burn, young and loaded

Drop like a bullet shell

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Dress like a sleeper cell

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

I'd rather go to hell

Than be in purgatory

Cut my hair

Gag and bore me

Pull this pin

Let this world explode

Omg free concert!!!!

[tvrnpike]

look alive sunshine 109 in the sky but the pigs wont quit you’re here with me dr death defying ill be your surgeon your proctor your helicopter pumping out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you live a system failure for the masses antimatter for master plan louder than gods revolver and twice as shiny this ones for all you rock n rollers all you crash queens and motor babies listen up the future is bulletproof the aftermath is secondary its time to do it now and do it loud killjoys make some noise NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA DRUGS GIMME DRUGS GIMME DRUGS I DONT NEED EM BUT ILL SELL WHAT YOU GOT TAKE THE CASH AND ILL KEEP IT EIGHT LEGS TO THE WALL HIT THE GAS KILL EM ALL AND WE CRAWL AND WE CRAWL AND WE CRAWL YOULL BE MY DETONATOR LOVE GIMME LOVE GIMME LOVE I DONT NEED IT BUT ILL TAKE WHAT I WANT FROM YOUR HEART AND ILL 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 NA NA NA NA FROM MALL SECURITY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA TO EVERY ENEMY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA WERE ON YOUR PROPERTY STANDING IN V FORMATION NA NA NA NA NA NA NA LETS BLOW AN ARTERY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA EAT PLASTIC SURGERY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA KEEP YOUR APOLOGY GIVE US MORE DETONATION MORE GIMME MORE GIMME MORE OH LET ME TELL YOU BOUT THE SADMAN SHUT UP AND LEMME 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 NA NA NA NA NA YOU RUN THE COMPANY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA FUCK LIKE A KENNEDY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA I THINK WED RATHER BE BURNING YOUR INFORMATION NA NA NA NA NA NA NA LETS BLOW AN ARTERY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA EAT PLASTIC SURGERY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA 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 juvie halls and the ritalin rats ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage scream out ‘what will save us?’ and the sky opened up everybody wants to change the world everybody wants to change the world but no one no one wants to die wanna try wanna try wanna try WANNA TRY NOW ILL BE YOUR DETONATOR NA NA NA NA NA NA NA MAKE NO APOLOGY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA ITS DEATH OR VICTORY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA ON MY AUTHORITY CRASH AND BURN YOUNG AND LOADED NA NA NA NA NA NA NA DROP LIKE A BULLET SHELL NA NA NA NA NA NA NA DRESS LIKE A SLEEPER CELL NA NA NA NA NA NA NA ID RATHER GO TO HELL THAN BE IN PURGATORY CUT MY HAIR GAG AND BORE ME PULL THIS PIN LET THIS WORLD EXPLODE………………

[illumiiiz]

danger days for the ask game? ^^

OOH THANKS!! <33 danger days my babygirl

the first song from this album I heard: I think it was either na na na or vampire money? I really don’t remember it was a long time ago aldjaks

do I own the album?: nope! I’d love a cd copy tho

my favorite song: uuughhhahdhahhh this is so harddd,, I gotta go with na na na tho :’)

my least favorite song: goodnight, dr death, I suppose (does that count as a song? technically?)

a song I didn’t like at first, but now do: bulletproof heart,, I have no excuses tbh idek why I didn’t like it much in the beginning

a song I used to like, but now don’t: kids from yesterday,, I still like it okay I just like it significantly less than I used to

my favorite lyric: (off the top of my head) shut up and lemme 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!

overall rating out of 10: def a solid 9 at LEAST

send me an album!

[butter-your-flies]

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

tags: @love-conditioner-he-he @be-gay-do-several-crimes @naoknowswhat @blu3bery @baileyboo2016 and anyone else

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[beginnerblueglass]

My Chemical Romance has a lot of beautiful, meaningful, clever, and ironic lyrics, but my favourite is still

Well 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 the gas can?

KISS ME YOU ANIMAL

[kerosene-saint]

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-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na

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

From mall security

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

To every enemy

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

We're on your property

Standing in V formation

Let's blow an artery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Eat plastic surgery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

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

You run the company

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Fuck like a Kennedy

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

I think we'd rather be

Burning your information

Let's blow an artery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Eat plastic surgery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

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 juvie halls

And the Ritalin rats

Ask angels made from neon

And fucking garbage

Scream out, "What will save us?"

And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the world

Everybody wants to change the world

But no one, no one wants to die

Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try

Wanna try, wanna try, now

I'll be your detonator

Make no apology

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

It's death or victory

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

On my authority

Crash and burn, young and loaded

Drop like a bullet shell

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Dress like a sleeper cell

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

I'd rather go to hell

Than be in purgatory

Cut my hair

Gag and bore me

Pull this pin

Let this world explode

I'm over here grabbing my ray gun and a can of spray paint ready to deface a 'crow's car and shoot them in the face

[borealhauntings]

im honestly kinda surprised that na na na is on remus's playlist, but i'm also wondering how i didn't notice the amount of remus energy it has

[commander-minkowski]

[id: three screenshots with text.

the first screenshot reads: “This, unfortunately, has not been the case until very recently. During 2004, as the band's success increased exponentially, Gerard was, as he himself sang, "not O- fucking-K." But no superhero worth his legend is infallible. "Growing up, I always wanted to be Batman," he says, taking a drag on his umpteenth cigarette of the morning, "because he was just a normal dude. Superman was all- perfect and had a duty to protect people. For Batman, it was a compulsion, like a religious thing. All the best heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary."

the second screenshot reads: “Remember when you were a madman?

Thought you was Batman

And hit the party with a gas can?”

the third screenshot reads: “Like when we started this band, there was a brief amount of time where it felt like you drank gasoline and shit glass, and you were always covered in your own sweat, somebody else's spit or blood or something. And I felt that, you know what I mean? I would make crazy speeches that made no sense onstage. I would talk about purifying flames being shot out of our cabinets at max volume to destroy evil and shit like that. was, you know, touched in the head. And really, when you get touched in the head like that, I think your job at that point for the rest of your career is to remember what it was like to be touched in the head, and kind of keep that going. Cause that can't last forever, you'll be dead, I think. Like Joan of Arc. So, yeah, I love Joan of Arc.”

end id.]

even when it’s about batman it’s about joan of arc

[ianwritesfics]

Killjoys, make some noise

Early 2019

Ciri woke to the sounds of My Chemical Romance drifting from the kitchen, which was strange enough even if she ignored that someone was obviously singing along. Bleary eyed and hungry she stumbled out of bed and toward the music.

“Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill ‘em all!”

There was a shirtless man singing and dancing in her kitchen, making breakfast. And it wasn’t her father. She barely had time to take in the sprawling flowers tattooed across his back before he turned and she recognized him.

“Jaskier!”

He grinned, grabbing her hands to pull her into the fray.

Her father wandered in not long later, sleepy looking and much less confused than she had been. He watched them dance with a small smile, but didn’t allow the other man to pull him in like Ciri had.

Jaskier seemed happy enough to have an audience and a dance partner until a little further into the song.

“Oh let me tell you ‘bout the sad man,” He twirled a giggling Ciri off to her own little corner and slid over to stand in front of her dad, sliding their fingers together. “Shut up and let me see your jazz hands!” He spun them around the room. “Remember when you were a madman? Thought you was Batman and hit the party with a gas can - kiss me you animal!”

And Gerard Way was on his own as Jaskier tugged her dad’s head down to kiss him.

“I guess that’s one way to tell her.”

Jaskier’s eyes flew open cartoonishly as he threw himself back and away from Geralt’s snickering, holding the other man at arms length. “You said you were going to!”

“At breakfast.”

“You didn’t think she’d wonder why I was here and making breakfast half naked?”

“That’s why I was going to tell her at breakfast.”

“You’re ridiculous!”

“Isn’t that my line?”

“Cheeky.”

[hhawkeye]

remember when you were a madman thought you was batman and hit the party with a gas can kiss me you animal

[the-foungaytions-of-degay]

REMEMBER WHEN U WERE A MADMAN THOUGHT YOU WAS BATMAN AND HIT THE PARTY WITH A GAS CAN

KISS ME YOU ANIMAL

[chifuyusgangshirt]

8, 11, 39

8. water?

Nope.

13. can we be friends?

I asked my mom and she said no :/

wise words?

a) most of the time you already know why you feel unhappy, you just deny it

b) what you need and what you want is not the same

c) let me see your jazz hands, remember when you were a madman thought you was Batman and hit the party with a gas can?

[alexturne]

For the album ask: Danger Days and Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino!

Oh good ones!

Danger Days:

my favorite lyric

Pills don't help but it sure is funny

Get off the ledge and drop the knife. Not a victim of a victim's life. Because this ain't a room full of suicides. We're believers, I believe tonight.

And if we can't find where we belong we'll have to make it on our own, face all the pain and take it on

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

my favorite song

Na na na

Destroya

the song that makes me cry

The kids from yesterday

Summertime

the song that’s a fucking bop

Vampire money

the song i most dislike/least love

Sing or Party Poison

Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino

my favorite lyric

I've got the party plugged right into my skull

Dance as if somebody's watching cause they are

Breaking news, they take the truth and make it and fluid. The trainer's explanation was accepted by the steward

Last night when my psyche's subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice

I must admit you gave me somethin' momentarily in which I could believe. But the hand of harsh reality's un-gloved and it's on its way back in to scoop you up

I wanna make a simple point about peace and love but in a sexy way where it's not obvious

my favorite song

Golden Trunks

American sports

Tranquility base hotel and casino

Star Treatment

the song that makes me cry

None 😊 maybe the ultracheese

the song that’s a fucking bop

She looks like fun

Four out of five

the song i most dislike/least love

The Worlds first ever monster truck front flip if i absolute have to chose one 😭

Thaaaanks for the ask ❤️🥰