Boy Division

If all my enemies Threw a party, would you light the candles? Would you drink the wine while watchin' 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 stalkin' these metro malls and airport halls And all these schoolgirls I'm not askin', you're not tellin' 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 puttin' down Well, it better be white and better be cut And better be just my size Until my capillaries burst of boredom I'll be waitin' I'm not laughin', you're not jokin' 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 Whoever you are La-la-a-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 you Say a prayer for California We got the bomb! We got the bomb! We got the bomb! We got the bomb!