Boy Division
If all my enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles?
Would you drink the wine
While watching television?
Watch the animals
And all the tragedies
And sell your arteries
To buy my casket gown
Well, it better be black
And it better be tight
And it better be just my size
I'm stalking these metro malls
And airport halls
And all these schoolgirls
I'm not asking
You're not telling
He's not dead
He only looks that way
Out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for California
I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch them stab me on your television
Stomp the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say
About the lines you're putting down
Well, it better be white
And it better be cut
And it better be just my size
Until my capillaries
Burst of boredom
I'll be waiting
I'm not laughing
You're not joking
I'm not dead
I only dress that way
Out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for California
Wherever you are
Whatever you are
Whoever you are
Wherever you are
La, la, la, la
'Cause we got the bomb
We got the bomb (lets go!)
We got the bomb
We got the bomb (lets go!)
We got the bomb
We got the bomb (lets go!)
We got the bomb
We got the bomb (lets go!)
Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for California
We got the bomb!
We got the bomb!
We got the bomb!
We got the bomb!