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  • “Boy Division” Lyrics

    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 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 youre 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
    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
     

    “Tomorrow's Money” Lyrics

    Fell in love with a vampire
    You want to get it for free
    Say hello to the brush fire
    You want to take it from me
    I'm gonna take it from you
    Say hello to the good times
    Burning up in the sun
    You're sitting back on an empire
    While the world lays back
    Puts a kid behind that gun
    If we crash this time
    They got machines to keep us alive
    When the mixtape lies
    Choke down the words with no meaning
    I stopped bleeding 3 years ago
    While you keep screaming for revolution
    Me and my surgeons and my street walking friends
    We got no heroes cuz our heroes are dead
    Say hello to the program
    They're gonna give it for free
    Hook up the vein to the antibodies
    And cut it with the disease
    I'm gonna give it to you
    Put on your smile for the good times
    You're loaded up with the fame
    You're dressing up like a virus
    But the words get lost when we all look the same
    If we crash this time
    They got machines to keep us alive
    When the mixtape lies
    Choke down the words with no meaning
    I stopped bleeding 3 years ago
    While you keep screaming for revolution
    Me and my surgeons and my street walking friends
    We got no heroes cuz our heroes are dead
    You fell in love with a vampire
    A torch-song for the empire
    So say hello to the brush-fire
    The microphones got a tap-wire
    If we crash this time
    They got machines to keep us alive
    While the army wives
    Choke down a war with no meaning
    I stopped bleeding 3 years ago
    While you keep screaming for revolution
    Because rebellions not a t-shirt you sell
    You keep your money and I'll see you in hell


    Number One will be released tomorrow via digital retailers like iTunes and Amazon. You can order the vinyl edition of Number One in the official My Chemical Romance Online Store now.

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