National Treasure

National Treasure - Barns Courtney

Lyrics by：Barns Courtney

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 higher brimstone fire burnin' outta control

Colonel Mustard knuckle 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