If all the 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.
It better be black,
It better be tight,
It better be just my size,
I’m stuck in these metromalls
And airport halls and all these schoolgirls,
I’m not asking, you’re not telling
He’s not dead it only looks that way,
I know it, take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction, hopeless for ya,
Sing a song for california
I bought the enemies room to hang,
Where there were knives again,
Where you can watch them stab me on your television,
Stop the halls because the bathroom walls would never like to say
About the lives your putting down
It better be white
It better be cut,
It better be just my size
Until I’m not cap? books of boredom
I’ll be waiting
I’m not laughing,
You’re not joking,
I’m not dead I only dress that way.
I know it, take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction, hopeless for ya,
Sing a song for California
Wherever you are, wherever you are, whoever you are
LA LA LA LA
Cause we got the bomb, we bomb lets go! (lets go! ) x4
Well I know it, 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, x4
