Barns Courtney - National Treasure Lyrics

I'm your leader, I'm your teacher, I'm your Michelin Man
Give me money, give me lovin', give me 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
Screaming, "Your fault," based on hunger, on the murder patrol
Throw your hands up, tiny dancers, I'm your Bugsy Malone
Ah-ha-ha

(Ah)
I'll be your national treasure (ah)
Your knight in shining leather (ah)
You Candyman or whatever
Yeah, whatever
Yeah, whatever

Knock me out
Yeah
Knock me out
Yeah

I'm your spunky Jesus junkie, got to get up and go
Lift me higher, bricks on fire, burning out of control
Colonel Mustard, knuckle dusters, I'm exchanging the blows
Ah-ha-ha

Mama Mia, nice to see ya, put that gun in your hand
Crystal fighters, made it tighter thn a family band
Point your pistol to the sun and leave them dead in the sand
Ah-ha-ha

(Ah)
I'll be your national treasure (ah)
Your knight in shining leather (ah)
You Candyman or whatever
Yeah, whatever
Yeah, whatever

Knock me out
Yeah
Knock me out
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

Knock me out
Yeah
Knock me out
Yeah