Boy division

If all my enemies threw a party would you light the candles. ¿Would you drink the wine and watch the television?

Watch the animals and all the tragedies and sell the arteries and buy my casket.
Go!

It better be black.
It better be tight.
It better be just my size.

I’m stopping these retro bars and import halls and all these schoolgirls.

I’m not asking
You’re not telling
He’s not dead he only looks that way.

Waiting nowhere.
Take me out there.
Far away and saveme from myself. Destruction. Hopeless for you.
Sing a song for California.

I bought my enemies rope to hang me And a night to get me. You could watch em stab me on your television.

Stomp the halls because the bathroom walls would have a lot to say about the lives you’re burning down!

It better be white.
It better be cut.
It better be just my size.
Until my capilaries burst of boredom I’ll be waiting.

I’m not laughing
You’re not joking
I’m not dead I only dress that way.

Waiting nowhere.
Take me out there.
Far away and saveme from myself. Destruction.
Hopeless for you.
Sing a song for California

Wherever you are (x4)

La la la la la

Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, lets go! (x4)

Waiting nowhere.
Take me out there.
Far away and saveme from myself. Destruction.
Hopeless for you.
Sing a song for California.

We got the bomb (x4)