Tom: A
Introdução:
Dm
If all my enemies threw a party
Bb
would you light the candles?
F
Would you drink the wine
A
while watching television?
Dm
Watch the animals
Bb
And all the tragedies
F
And sell your arteries
A Dm
to buy my casket gown?
A Dm A Dm
It better be black, it better be tight
A Dm A
It better be just my size
Dm Bb
I'm stuck in these metro malls
F A
And airport halls and all these schoolgirls
Bb F
I'm not asking, you're not telling
Bb C A F
He's not dead, he only looks that way
A
Out nowhere, take me out there
Dm Bb A(ºptional)
Far away and save me from my
F A
Self-destruction, hopeless for ya
Bb C A
Sing a song for California
Dm
I bought my enemies rope to hang me
Bb
And the knives to gang me
F
You can watch stab me
A
On your television
Dm
Stomp the halls
Bb
Because the bathroom walls
F
would have a lot to say
A Dm
about the lines you putting down
A Dm A Dm
It better be white, it better be cut
A Dm A
It better be just my size
Dm Bb
Until all my capillaries
F A
burst from boredom, I be waiting
Bb F
I'm not laughing, you're not joking
Bb C A F
I not dead, I only dress that way
A
Out nowhere, take me out there
Dm Bb A(ºptional)
Far away and save me from my
F A
Self-destruction, hopeless for ya
Bb C A
Sing a song for California
Dm
Wherever you are
Whatever you are
Dm
we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let go!
We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let go!
F A
Way out nowhere, take me out there
Dm Bb A(ºptional)
Far away and save me from my
F A
Self-destruction, hopeless for ya
Bb C A
Say a prayer for California
Dm
We got the bomb! { x4 }