"National Treasure" lyrics

I'm your leader I'm your teacher I'm your Michelin man
Give me money give me loving give whatever you can
Holy waters sons and daughters gotta stick with the plan ahaha

I'm your harlot I'm your starlet I'm your Mission Control
Scream in your four piston Honda on the murder patrol
Throw your hands up tiny dancers I'm your Bugsy Malone ahaha

I'll be your national treasure
Your knight in shining leather
Your candy man or whatever
Yeah whatever
Yeah whatever

Light me up
Light me up

I'm your spunky Jesus junky got that get up and go
Lift me higher brimstone fire burning out of control
Colonel mustard knuckle dusters I'm exchanging the blows ahaha

Mamamia nice to see ya get that gun in your hand
Crystal fighters knitted tighter than a family band
Point your pistol to the sun or leave em dead in the sand
Ahaha

I'll be your national treasure
Your knight in shining leather
Your candy man or whatever
Yeah whatever
Yeah whatever

Light me up
Light me up

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
Light me up