Oh, My Goth! - Voltaire
He's an undead ghoul from a skeleton race
He traveled in a black spire through the void of space
From the cemetery planet of the living dead
He's got a robot possum with a baby's head
And a ghost from a tombstone over his bed
And I'll tell ya ol' boy: don't go in the basement!
OH MY GOTH!
It's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
He's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
He plans to pave our world but hasn't done it yet
Too busy chasing girls on the internet
So grab yourself a friend or five
Because the [?] band is playing live!
When the bar shows up then I know how to rock!
If he doesn't get down we'll push him in the air lock!
OH MY GOTH!
It's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
He's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
It's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
She's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
It's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
We're....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
Well the Devil himself is after us
With his right hand man Lord Beelzebub
Hand me that Sonic Cattle Prong
We'll have them shaking and twitching like a pocket goth!
OH MY GOTH!
It's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
He's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
She's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
It's....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
We're....
Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!
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