Boy Division

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 myself 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 yourself 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 myself destruction hopeless for ya Sing a song for california Wherever you are Whatever you are Whoever 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 Well I know it take me out there Far away and save me from myself destruction Hopeless for ya Say a prayer for california We got the bomb We got the bomb We got the bomb We got the bomb