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