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