Boy Division

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

And buy my casket gown

Well, it better be black

And it better be tight

And 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

Out nowhere

Take me out there

Far away and save me from my self-destruction

Hopeless for you

Sing a song for California

I bought my enemies rope to hang me

And the knives to gang me

You can watch ‘em stab me on your television

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

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

Whatever you are

Whoever you are

Wherever you are

LALALALA

‘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!)

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!