if all my enemies threw a party would you light the candles would you drink the wine and watch television watch the animals and not the tragedies and to serve your honour is 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 at 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 far away and save me from my self-destruction hopeless for you sing a song for california
i brought my enemies rope to hang me and knives to get me you can watch them stab me on your television stop the halls because the bathroom walls would have a lot to say about the lives you’re burning 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 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
lalalala
because 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