Boy Division

If all the enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles?
Would you drink the wine?
While watching television?

Watch the animals
And all the tragedies
To sell your arteries
To buy my casket, go!

It better be black
It better be tight
It better be just my size

I'm stuck in 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 I know it
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for ya
Sing a song for
California

I bought the enemies rooms to hang
Where there were knives again
You can watch them stab me on your television
Stop the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would never like to say
About the lives you're putting down

It better be white
It better be cut
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 I know it
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
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 I know it
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for ya
Sing a prayer for
California

We got the bomb
We got the bomb
We got the bomb
We got the bomb