Hey Goth Fuck Off

Can you help me I'm depressed, I've just discovered I'm a gothic punk
Nobody likes me, I've got no friends in anywhere in the whole wide world because I'm gothic
Yes my hair is spikey, and I wear black clothes
I'm what you call a gothic... a gothic... I'm depressed

Pouting lips and a sucked in face, the gothic pigs they think they're ace
The plastic pants and the blokes in drag, those f*ckin' poofs they carry round handbags
Hey goth f*ck off, hey goth f*ck off, sisters of mercy are sh*t
[Repeat]

All the girls they're fat old slags, their boyfriends carry round handbags
Posing... cause they do like poofs, and all their boys take it up the ass

Hey goth f*ck off, hey goth f*ck off, sisters of mercy are sh*t
[Repeat]

I'm not a gothic cause they're all f*cking boring depressed
Little little little little little pip-squeaks who haven't got any penises what'soever

What's going on here? Oh yeah, I knew a girl, her name was Tina
She never had a...
She was into sex, she was into games, cause all her friends have gone away

Hey goth f*ck off, hey goth f*ck off, sisters of mercy are sh*t
[Repeat]



Credits
Writer(s): David Bateman, Shane Baldwin, Michael Hughs, John Burchill
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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