Goth Kid

I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black
Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back
Don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me
I’m not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me
You make me sick and all I was was just a kid
You picked a flaw in all I did and go and make me feel like shit
I swear to God, you have no clue to how I live
To foster care, abused as kids

Playing under my desk, a comic book in my bed
I got fuck with Emily Strange and I got pins in my bag
I’m Wednesday Addams to you basic ass hoes
Marilyn Manson to you corny ass bros
I was sleepin’ in the cemetery
Kinda cute, a little scary, goth as fuck, a little Carrie
You don’t know shit about me
You go assume and doubt me, I’m just like Ginger Foutley
The world was born of innies and I was born an outie
You gonna see a side of me that you’ve never seen
My mind is kinda sick, and my jokes a little mean
Just a little gorey, like a bloody fuckin’ spleen
I been hangin’ out with prostitutes and fiends

I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black
Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back
And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me
I’m not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me
You make me sick and all I was was just a kid
You picked a flaw in all I did and go and make me feel like shit
I swear to God, you have no clue to how I live
To foster care, abused as kids

I just landed from another planet
And I think it’s time to start the madness
Stupid hungry boy, I’m famished
Take a plate of food, if moms is askin’
I’m in the project chillin’ with my boys
I’m talkin’ grown ass men who play with toys
Mom’s asleep, don’t make a noise
Extracurriculars is havin’ sex and smokin’ weed
Stealin’ clothes and climbin’ trees
Hustlin’ kids and buyin’ Ps
Duane Reade, stole the triple C’s
Trippin’ hard, I try to breathe, trippin’ hard, I go to sleep
It’s a dirty game, and I’m nobody’s fool
I’d rather be myself, pretend I’m fuckin’ cool
I’d rather be at home, than party where there’s hate
People makin’ fun of me while smilin’ in my face
I’m a nice kid and the world ain’t
Got the knapsack, and a fat sack
Said I’m gonna quit today, ha ha, fat chance
And at first glance, I’m so small and cute
Haven’t seen me pukin’, drunk on my own shoes
I’m a big slob, I got a big job
I know who I am, I’m a real hug

I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black
Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back
And don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me
I’m not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me
You make me sick and all I was was just a kid
You picked a flaw in all I did and go and make me feel like shit
I swear to God, you have no clue to how I live
To foster care, abused as kids

Yellow cab, yellow bag, little sad, copped a bag and took a drag
Dwelling on the things I had, things I lost
Paid the cost, actin’ stupid now, I’m tossed
I didn’t mean to be mean or act obscene
I know you’ve had enough of me
Don’t blame you every time you run away from me
A monster, see? A monster, I’ve come to be
I’m a bad kid, fuckin’ rancid, burn like acid, Manson, Charlie
I’m the class clown, everybody’s favorite asshole
Unreliable, plagiarized, I am liable
It’s undeniable, maniacal, I really am
Manipulative, all my teachers are frustrated