Oh My Goth! - Aurelio Voltaire

He’s an undead ghoul from a skeletal race

He drove a big black spire through the void of space

From the cemetery planet of the living dead

He’s got a robot monster with a TV head

And the ghost of a tombstone over his bed

And if they beam you on board, 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 came to pave our world but hasn’t done it yet

Too busy chasing girls on the internets

But if they beam you on board, take a friend or five

'Cause your favorite band is playing live!

And if the boss shows up he better know how to rock!

'Cause 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!

She’s…

Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!

OH MY GOTH!

We’re…

Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!

You know the Devil himself is after us

With his right hand man Lord Beelzebub

Pass me that sonic cattle prod

We’ll have him 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!

We’re…

Undead undead undead undead undeader than dead!