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 gown?
It better be black, it better be tight
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, he only looks that way
Out 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 the knives to gang me
You can watch stab me
On your television
Stomp the halls
Because the bathroom walls
would have a lot to say
about the lines you putting down
It better be white, it better be cut
It better be just my size
Until all my capillaries
burst from boredom, I be waiting
I'm not laughing, you're not joking
I not dead, I only dress that way
Out nowhere, take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self-destruction, hopeless for ya
Sing a song for California
Wherever you are
Whatever you are
we got the bomb, we got the bomb, let go!
We got the bomb, we got the bomb, let go!
Way out 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! { x4 }