If all my enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles
Would you drink the wine
While watching television
Watch the animals
All the tragedies
Sell your arteries
And buy my casket gown

It better be black
It better be tight
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 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 them stab me
On your television
Stalk the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say
About the lines youre 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

LA LA LA LA

Cuz
We got the bomb, we got the bomb, lets go
We got the bomb, we got the bomb, lets go (x2)

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!