Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Airi Isoda
Airi Isoda
Additional Vocals
Frank Iero
Frank Iero
Rhythm Guitar
Mikey Way
Mikey Way
Bass Guitar
Jamie Muhoberac
Jamie Muhoberac
Keyboards
Gerard Way
Gerard Way
Lead Vocals
John J. Miceli
John J. Miceli
Drums
Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Iero
Frank Iero
Songwriter
Mikey Way
Mikey Way
Songwriter
Bob Bryar
Bob Bryar
Songwriter
Gerard Way
Gerard Way
Songwriter
Raymond Toro
Raymond Toro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
My Chemical Romance
My Chemical Romance
Producer
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Additional Engineer
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Additional Engineer
Dan Chase
Dan Chase
Recording Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Russ Waugh
Russ Waugh
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Rea
Steve Rea
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe Libretti
Joe Libretti
Drum Technician
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Recording Engineer
Alan "Ace" Bergman
Alan "Ace" Bergman
Guitar Technician
R.J. Ronquillo
R.J. Ronquillo
Guitar Technician
Todd "Youth" Schofield
Todd "Youth" Schofield
Guitar Technician
Jamie Muhoberac
Jamie Muhoberac
Sound Design
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

みんあ! くるま わ まんたん だし すーつけーす に わ ばくだん つめてーいる じんせい わ みじかくて、 いく みち わ きけん が おーおい だから おどろう! Alright, alright! Everybody pay attention to me I got the answer I got the answer, yeah Street walkin' cheetah with a capital "G" So get your hands up Now get your hands up Hide your eyes, we're goin' to shine tonight Subatomic never get the best of me Ain't a DJ goin' to save my soul (my soul) I sold it long ago for rock 'n' roll (whoa, oh) Drop the needle when the tape deck blows I got to shout this out, so everybody knows This ain't a party, get off the dance floor You want the get-down, here comes the gang war You're doin' alright, I got the answer 'Cause all the good times, they give you cancer If we were all like you in the end Oh, we'd be killin' ourselves by sleepin' in So, hit the lights, I'll do it again And keep your cars, and your dogs And your famous friends well, alright Slide up the faders when the cabinet slams And get your hands up Now get your hands up Light up the stage and watch me kick out the jams So, throw your fist up Now throw your fist up Ain't nobody goin' to take my life Ain't nobody goin' to get the best of me Ain't a preacher goin' to save me now Grab a seat, I'm goin' to show you how Everybody hit the pyro cue We're goin' to blow this off, and show you what we do This ain't a party, get off the dance floor You want the get-down, here comes the gang war You're doin' alright, I got the answer 'Cause all the good times, they give you cancer If we were all like you in the end We'd be killin' ourselves by sleepin' in So, hit the lights, I'll do it again So, keep your cars, and your dogs And your famous friends well, alright Well, alright Well, alright Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Well, alright We came to party, kill the party tonight We came to party, kill the party tonight Let's go! ゆうめい に なりたい の? まじ で? えいえん と いきたい わたし わ ばくはつ する! This ain't a party, get off the dance floor You want the get-down, here comes the gang war You're doin' alright, I got the answer 'Cause all the good times Give me, give me good times, people, tonight This ain't a party, get off the dance floor You want to get down, here comes the encore If we were all like you in the end Oh, we'd be killin' ourselves by sleepin' in So, hit the lights, I'll do it again So everybody get down (みんなと踊る) 'Til the party breaks down (からだ が いたく なる まで) Now everybody get down (みんなと踊る) Now everybody get down 'Til the party breaks down (からだ が いたく なる まで) Tonight
Writer(s): Michael Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Bob Bryar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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