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 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
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
Cause we got the bomb, we bomb lets go
Cause we got the bomb, we bomb lets go
Cause we got the bomb, we bomb lets go
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
We got the bomb
We got the bomb
We got the bomb
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