Boy Division
My Chemical Romance Lyrics
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Would you light the candles?
Would you drink the wine?
While watching television?
Watch the animals
And all the tragedies
To sell your arteries
To buy my casket, go!
It better be black
It better be tight
It better be just my size
I'm stuck in these metro malls
And airport halls
And all these schoolgirls
I'm not asking
You're not telling
He's not dead
He only looks that
Way I know it
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for ya
Sing a song for
California
I bought the enemies rooms to hang
Where there were knives again
You can watch them stab me on your television
Stop the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would never like to say
About the lives you're putting down
It better be white
It better be cut
It better be just my size
Until 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 I know it
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 I know it
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my
Self destruction
Hopeless for ya
Sing a prayer for
California
We got the bomb
We got the bomb
We got the bomb
We got the bomb
The lyrics to My Chemical Romance's song Boy Division are dark and have an apocalyptic tone to them. The song seems to be about a person who is stuck in a bleak and oppressive environment, and is desperately looking to escape it. The first verse talks about the enemies throwing a party and asks if the listener would participate and drink the wine, while watching television. The second verse talks about the singer being stuck in malls, airport halls, and surrounded by schoolgirls. The chorus repeats the phrase "take me out there, far away and save me from my self-destruction," which is a cry for help and a plea to be rescued from the negativity and despair of the current situation.
Towards the end of the song, the lyrics become more violent and aggressive, with references to knives and bombs. The singer seems to be willing to engage in destructive behavior as a way to escape the current situation. The final section of the song repeats the phrase "we got the bomb, let's go," which can be seen as a call to action or a rallying cry to take action, but it also has a sense of fatalism and desperation to it.
Line by Line Meaning
If all the enemies threw a party
If all the people who oppose me gathered together to celebrate
Would you light the candles?
Would you celebrate with them?
Would you drink the wine?
Would you join them in their revelry?
While watching television?
While passively observing events unfold?
Watch the animals
Observe the humans who act like animals
And all the tragedies
And all the terrible things they do
To sell your arteries
To sell your soul
To buy my casket, go!
So you can afford to bury me
It better be black
My casket should be black
It better be tight
It should fit me perfectly
It better be just my size
It should be the right size for me
I'm stuck in these metro malls
I am trapped in these urban shopping centers
And airport halls
And the sterile, in-between spaces of airports
And all these schoolgirls
And surrounded by young, naive people
I'm not asking
I'm not making a request
You're not telling
You're not sharing information
He's not dead
Someone I cared about is not actually dead
He only looks that
He just appears to be dead
Way I know it
I know this is true
Take me out there
Rescue me from this place
Far away and save me from my
Take me somewhere distant where I can escape
Self destruction
My own tendency to destroy myself
Hopeless for ya
I am hopeless without you
Sing a song for
Sing something for
California
A place where people go to escape
I bought the enemies rooms to hang
I provided a space for my enemies to congregate
Where there were knives again
Where they could hurt me once more
You can watch them stab me on your television
You can witness my downfall from afar
Stop the halls
Put an end to this environment
Because the bathroom walls
Because there are things written on the bathroom walls
Would never like to say
That no one would want to hear
About the lives you're putting down
About the people you are causing to suffer
It better be white
My clothing should be white
It better be cut
It should be tailored or modified
It better be just my size
It should fit me perfectly
Until my capillaries
Until the little blood vessels in my body
Burst of boredom
Break due to how bored I am
I'll be waiting
I'll be stuck here until something changes
I'm not laughing
I'm not amused
You're not joking
You're not kidding
I'm not dead
I am still alive
I only dress that
I merely dress the part
Hopeless for ya
I am hopeless without you
Sing a song for
Sing something for
California
A place where people go to escape
Wherever you are
No matter where you are
Whoever you are
No matter who you are
Cause we got the bomb
We have the ability to destroy things
Lets go!
Let's use it
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@cristinagarcia5821
"Boy Division"
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
And it better be tight
And it better be just my size
I’m stalking these metro malls
And airport halls
And all these schoolgirls
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 you
Sing a song for California
I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch ‘em stab me on your television
Stomp 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 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 me from my self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for California
Wherever you are
Whatever you are
Whoever you are
Wherever you are
LALALALA
‘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 you
Say a prayer for California
WE GOT THE BOMB!
WE GOT THE BOMB!
WE GOT THE BOMB!
WE GOT THE BOMB!
@AsifAkhtar20
Lyrics:
If all my enemies
Threw a party, would you light the candles?
Would you drink the wine while watchin' television?
Watch the animals and all the tragedies
And sell your arteries to buy my casket gown
Well, it better be black and it better be tight
And it better be just my size
I'm stalkin' these metro malls and airport halls
And all these schoolgirls
I'm not askin', you're not tellin'
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 you
Sing a song for California
I 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 puttin' down
Well, it better be white and better be cut
And better be just my size
Until my capillaries burst of boredom
I'll be waitin'
I'm not laughin', you're not jokin'
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 you
Sing a song for California
Wherever you are
Whatever 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 you
Say a prayer for California
We got the bomb!
We got the bomb!
We got the bomb!
We got the bomb!
@emocharlie6914
"It better be black" "It better be tight" and "It better be just my size" this is how i like my jeans?
@mrfear5858
Yes
@ewekim9443
Omg same
@Taragoola
And how I like my women.
@heathershort3303
Emo Charlie mood bro
@Havealocalife
I hate tight jeans, they are so uncomfortable. I try to buy skinny jeans that aren't too tight because I swear I can feel the way it restricts my bloodfloow. :V
@sydneylynne7168
These goddamn albums need more recognition.
@melaniegomez5825
for real man
@sparky1600
+mel the kitten "man"
@tessa.6169
this is not an album tho, just a compilation of their scrapped songs