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 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 ‘em 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!
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
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
LALALALA
‘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 you Say a prayer for California
WE GOT THE BOMB! WE GOT THE BOMB! WE GOT THE BOMB! WE GOT THE BOMB!
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