If all my 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 gown?
It better be black.
It better be tight.
It better be just my size!
I’m stuck in these metro-malls, and airport halls and all these schoolgirls..
I’m not asking, you’re not telling,
He’s not dead, he 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 my enemies rope to hang me,
And the knives you gave me,
You can watch ‘em stab me on your television!
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Stomp the halls, because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say about the lines you’re 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..
WHOEVER YOU ARE..!
LA LA LA LA
Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb (Let's go! ) x4
We all know it, take me out there, far away and
Save me from my self-destruction, hopeless for ya,
Say a prayer for California!
We got the bomb! x5