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
It better be black
It better be tight
It better be just my size
I'm stalking these metro malls and airport halls
And all these schoolgirls say:
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 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
It better be white
It better be cut
It better be just my size
Until my capillaries burst from 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
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Whoever you are
'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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