National Anthem

Album: Born To Die (2012)
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  • Money is the anthem, of success, so before we go out
    What's your address?

    I'm your national anthem, God, you're so handsome
    Take me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron
    He loves to romance 'em, reckless abandon
    Holdin' me for ransom, upper echelon
    He says to be cool but, I don't know how yet
    Wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck
    I said, "Can we party later on?" He said, "Yes" (yes, yes)

    Tell me I'm your national anthem
    (Ooh yeah, baby, bow down, makin' me say, "Wow," now)
    Tell me I'm your national anthem
    (Sugar, sugar, how now, take your body downtown)
    Red, white, blue's in the sky, summer's in the air
    And baby, Heaven's in your eyes
    I'm your national anthem

    Money is the reason we exist
    Everybody knows it, it's a fact, kiss, kiss

    I sing the national anthem
    While I'm standing over your body, hold you like a python
    And you can't keep your hands off me, or your pants on
    See what you've done to me, King of Chevron?
    He said to be cool but, I'm already coolest
    I said to get real, don't you know who you're dealing with?
    Um, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?

    Tell me I'm your national anthem
    (Ooh yeah, baby, bow down, makin' me say, "Wow," now)
    Tell me I'm your national anthem
    (Sugar, sugar, how now, take your body downtown)
    Red, white, blue's in the sky, summer's in the air
    And baby, Heaven's in your eyes
    I'm your national anthem

    It's a love story for the new age
    For the six-page, we're on a quick, sick rampage
    Winin' and dinin', drinkin' and drivin', excessive buyin'
    Overdose and dyin' on our drugs and our love
    And our dreams and our rage
    Blurrin' the lines between real and the fake
    Dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me
    He will do very well, I can tell, I can tell
    Keep me safe in his Bell Tower Hotel

    Money is the anthem of success
    So put on mascara and your party dress

    I'm your national anthem, boy put your hands up
    Give me a standing ovation
    Boy, you have landed, babe, in the land of
    Sweetness and danger, queen of Saigon

    Tell me I'm your national anthem
    (Ooh yeah, baby, bow down, makin' me say, "Wow," now)
    Tell me I'm your national anthem
    (Sugar, sugar, how now, take your body downtown)
    Red, white, blue's in the sky, summer's in the air
    And baby, Heaven's in your eyes
    I'm your national anthem

    Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome
    Money is the anthem of success
    Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome
    Money is the anthem of success
    Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome
    Money is the anthem of success
    Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome
    Money is the anthem of success Writer/s: David Sneddon, Elizabeth Grant, James Bauer-Mein, Justin Parker, Lizzie Grant, Penny Elizabeth Foster
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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