You Are A Goth

This is your life 

In which you thrive 

And you achieve 

And you retrieve 

The bone you get 

From your adept 

Without disgrace 

This is your race



You are a Goth 

Are you a Goth 

You



You will get old 

As you are told 

By older men 

Oh yeah and then 

You will get asked 

To lift your mask 

And you decide 

'Bout your last ride



You are a Goth 

Are you a Goth 

You



Will you ever 

Change your life 

Will you never 

Feel alive 

Will you never 

See the sun 

You are always 

On the run