Boy Division

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 to buy my casket gown? 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 Out nowhere, take me out there A (optional) Far away and save me from my Self-destruction, hopeless for ya Sing a song for California Instrumental I bought my enemies rope to hang me And the knives to gang me You can watch stab me On your television Stomp the halls Because the bathroom walls would have a lot to say about the lines you putting down It better be white, it better be cut It better be just my size Until all my capillaries burst from boredom, I be waiting I'm not laughing, you're not joking I not dead, I only dress that way Out nowhere, take me out there A (optional) Far away and save me from my Self-destruction, hopeless for ya Sing a song for California Wherever you are Whatever you are Whoever you are Whoever you are Instrumental we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let go! We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let go! We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let go! We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let go! Way out nowhere, take me out there A (optional) Far away and save me from my Self-destruction, hopeless for ya Say a prayer for California We got the bomb! { x4 }