My Chemical Romance - "Boy Division" (Conventional Weapons Number One))

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"

way out nowhere take me out there
far away and save me from my selfdestruction
hopeless for ya sing a song for California

I buy 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 you're 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

way out nowhere take me out there
far away and save me from myself destruction
hopeless for ya sing a song for California

wherever you are
wherever you are
whoever you are
whoever you are

(lalalala)

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

way out nowhere take me out there
far away and save me from myself destruction
hopeless for ya say a prayer for California

we got the bomb
we got the bomb
we got the bomb
we got the bomb

xo- 

~ if you're listening to this... you are the resistance ~