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!