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 and buy my casket gown

Well, it better be black, well, it better be tight

Well, 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

Way out nowhere, take me out there

Far away, and save me from my

Self-destruction, hopeless for ya

Sing a song for California

I buy my enemies rope to hang me and the knives to gang me

You can watch them stab me on your television

Stalk the halls because the bathroom walls

Would have a lot to say about the lines you're putting down

Well, it better be white, well, it better be cut

Well, 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

Way out nowhere, take me out there

Far away, and save me from my

Self-destruction, hopeless for ya

Sing a song for California

Wherever you are, wherever you are

Whoever you are, whoever you are

La-la-la-la

'Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go

We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go

We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go

We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go

Way out nowhere, take me out there

Far away, and save me from my

Self-destruction, hopeless for ya

Say a prayer for California

We got the bomb

We got the bomb

We got the bomb

We got the bomb