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 gownWell, it better be black
And it better be tight
And it better be just my sizeI'm stalking these metro malls
And airport halls
And all these schoolgirlsI'm not asking
You're not telling
He's not dead
He only looks that wayOut nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for CaliforniaI bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch them stab me on your television
Stomp the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say
About the lines you're putting downWell, it better be white
And it better be cut
And it better be just my sizeUntil my capillaries
Burst of boredom
I'll be waitingI'm not laughing
You're not joking
I'm not dead
I only dress that wayOut nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for CaliforniaWherever you are
Whatever you are
Whoever you are
Wherever you areLa, 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 you
Sing a song for CaliforniaWe got the bomb!
We got the bomb!
We got the bomb!
We got the bomb!
Composição: Gerard Way / Ray Toro / Frank Iero / Mikey Way.
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