National Treasure Songtext
von Barns Courtney

I′m your leader, I'm your teacher, I′m your Michelin man
Give me money, Give me lovin', Give whatever you can
Holy waters, Sons and Daughters, Gotta stick to the plan
Ah-ha-ha

I'm your harlot, I′m your starlet, I′m your mission control
Screaming "your fault" piston hunger, On the murder patrol
Throw your hands up, Tiny dancers, I'm your Bugsy Malone
Ah-ha-ha
(Ah ha ha)
I′ll be your national treasure (A-ha)
Your knight in shinin' armour(A-a-ha)
Your 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

Mama Mia, Nice to see ya, Get that gun in your hand
Crystal fighters, Made and tied up in a family band
Point your pistol at the sun and leave em' dead in the sand
Ah-ha-ha

(Ah ha ha)
I′ll be your national treasure (A-ha)
Your knight in shinin′ armour(A-a-ha)
Your Candyman or whatever
Yeah, Whatever
Yeah, Whatever
Light me up, Yeah
Light me up, 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