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 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 say

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

Way out of nowhere Take me out there Far away and save me from my Self-destruction Hopeless for ya 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 It better be white It better be cut 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 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 Wherever you are Whoever you are Whoever you are 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 ya Say a prayer for California We got the bomb