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