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
Will it better be black, will it better be tight
Will 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, it only looks that way
I know it, 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 the 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 lines you're putting down
Will it better be white, will it better be cut
Will 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 you
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!
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 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!