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 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 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 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!

'Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb, lets go!
We got the bomb, we got the bomb, lets go!
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 my
Self 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!