Boy Division - Lyrics

Las canciones de Conventional Weapons #1 que tenian fecha de lanzamiento del 30 de octubre, se han filtrado en la red de redes, y como todo va y viene aquí esta la letra de Boy Division. Disfruten...

If all my enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles?
Would you drink the wine?
And watch the television?
Watch the animals and all the tradgedies?
And sell your arteries?
And buy my casket?

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 school girls

I'm not askin'
You're not tellin'
He's not dead, it
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 get me
Where you can watch them stab me on your television
Stop the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say
About the lives you're burning down

It better be white
It better be cut
It better be just my size

Until all my capillaries
Burst of 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 my from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for you
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!)
'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!)

Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and
Save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for you
Say a prayer for
California!

We got the bomb...
We got the bomb...
We got the bomb...!
We got the bomb!