Change for Church
[Intro]
What kind of mother would I be if I let you run around looking like a goth?

[Verse]
Black, black nails, black clothes, black spells
I twist my tongue to weave a spell of rue
I ain't turn out how my mom wanted
In a grindcore shirt, she used to make me change for church
Black clothes, black nails, black everything
Now when I'm out, all of them won't stop staring

[Bridge]
Oooooooh
Yeah, yeah
Oooooooh

[Outro]
Black, black nails, black clothes, black spells
I twist my tongue to weave a spell of rue
Oooooooh