Bài hát Boy Division Báo Lỗi

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


Well it better be black (woah)

And it better be tight (woah)

And it better be just my size (woah)


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


Well it better be white (woah)

And it better be cut (woah)

And it better be just my size (woah)


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, let’s go

We got the bomb

We got the bomb, let’s go

We got the bomb

We got the bomb, let’s go

We got the bomb

We got the bomb, let’s 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