Boy Division

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                               A (optional) Far away and save me from my Self-destruction hopeless for ya Sing a song for California     Instrumental 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                               A (optional) Far away and save me from my Self-destruction hopeless for ya Sing a song for California     Wherever you are Whatever you are Whoever you are Whoever you are Instrumental  we got the bomb we got the bomb let go!   We got the bomb we got the bomb let go! 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                               A (optional) Far away and save me from my Self-destruction hopeless for ya Say a prayer for California      We got the bomb! { x4 }