Boy division — My chemical romance

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 To buy my casket.

It better be black And it better be tight, And it better be just my size.

I'm stalking these metromalls And airport halls and all these schoolgirls.

I'm not asking, You're not telling He's not dead he only looks that way.

I'm nowhere, take me out there Far away and save me from my Self destruction, hopeless for ya, Sing a song for California.

I bought my enemies rope to hang me And knives to get me, You can watch them stab me on your television, Stomp the halls because the bathroom walls Would have a lot to say About the lives you're burning down.

It better be white And it better be cut, And it better be just my size.

Until my capillaries burst from boredom I'll be waiting...

I'm not laughing You're not joking, I'm not dead I only dress that way.

I'm nowhere, take me out there Far away and save me from my Self destruction, hopeless for ya, Sing a song for California.

Where ever you are Where ever you are Who ever you are Where ever you are La La La La Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go! Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go! Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go! Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let's go!

Way, I'm nowhere, take me out there Far away and save me from my Self 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...