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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
