My Chemical Romance - Boy division

If all my enemies threw a partyWould you light the candlesWould you drink the wineWhile watching television

Watch the animalsAll the tragediesSell your arteriesAnd buy my casket gown

It better be blackIt better be tightIt better be just my size

I'm stalking these metro mallsAnd airport hallsAnd all these schoolgirls say

I'm not askingYou're not tellingHe's not deadHe only looks that

Way out nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from my

Self destructionHopeless for youSing a song for California

I buy my enemies rope to hang meAnd the knives to gang meYou can watch them stab meOn your television

Stalk the hallsBecause the bathroom wallsWould have a lot to sayAbout the lines youre putting down

It better be whiteIt better be cutIt better be just my size

Until my capillariesBurst from boredomI'll be waiting

I'm not laughingYou're not jokingI'm not deadI only dress that

Way out nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from my

Self destructionHopeless for youSing a song for California

Wherever you areWherever you areWhoever you areWhoever you are

'Cause we got the bombWe got the bombLet's go!

We got the bombWe got the bombLet's go!

We got the bombWe got the bombLet's go!

We got the bombWe got the bombLet's go!

Way out nowhereTake me out thereFar away and save me from my

Self destructionHopeless for youSay a prayer for California

We got the bomb!We got the bomb!We got the bomb!We got the bomb