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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] hopeless for you
say a prayer for california

we got the bomb
we got the bomb
we got the bomb
we got the bomb