If all my enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles?
Would you drink the wine?
And watch television?
Watch the animals
And all the tragedies
And sell your arteries
And buy my casket gown
It better be black
It better be tight
It better be just my size
I'm stalking 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
Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for California
I buy my enemies rope to hang me
And knives to gang me
You can watch them stab me
On your television
Stalk the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say
About the lives you're putting down
It better be white
It better be cut
It better be just my size
Until all of 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
Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for california
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Whoever you are
La la la la
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
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