Boy Division
If all my enemies threw a partyWould you light the candles?Would you drink the wine?While watching television?
Watch the animalsAnd all the tragediesAnd sell your arteriesAnd buy my casket gown
Well, it better be blackAnd it better be tightAnd it better be just my size
I’m stalking these metro mallsAnd airport hallsAnd all these schoolgirls
I’m not askingYou’re not tellingHe’s not dead he only looks that way
Out nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from my self-destructionHopeless for youSing a song for California
I bought my enemies rope to hang meAnd the knives to get meYou can watch ‘em stab me on your television
Stomp the halls becauseI bash the walls andWould have a lot to say aboutThe lives you’re putting down!
It better be whiteIt better be cutIt better be just my sizeAnd tell ‘em my capillaries burst of boredom, I’ll be waiting
I’m not laughingYou’re not jokingI’m not dead I only dress that way
I’m nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from my self-destructionHopeless for youSing a song for California
Wherever you areWhatever you areWhoever you areWherever 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 nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from my self-destructionHopeless for youSay a prayer for California
WE GOT THE BOMB!WE GOT THE BOMB!WE GOT THE BOMB!WE GOT THE BOMB!