Hardcore! Lyrics

Every single morning when I get out of bed
I hear these voices that keep yelling at me from deep inside my head
They're saying "Put on all your makeup"
"Go out and pierce your tongue"
"And you've got to dye your hair black before you have any fun"

And I don't want to listen because I just don't have the time
But the price of fashion's high enough to make me lose my mind
And when my skin has lost its color
And I'm wearing leather pants
I can go to clubs and look real cool
But I don't want to dance

Because I'm a hardcore-rivethead-gothic-freak
I've gotta redo my pink hair dye at least three times every week
My girlfriend thinks I'm ugly
My parents think I'm gay
I've gotta buy more cloves I'm up to 15 fags a day

I've got 65 black t-shirts
I've got Johnny #1
There's not a thing that scares me more than being left out in the sun
I'm a vegetarian with more leather than a cow
And I've got more fangs than teeth
I'm wearing all four of them now

Because I'm a hardcore-rivethead-gothic-freak
I've gotta redo my pink hair dye at least three times every week
My girlfriend thinks I'm ugly
My parents think I'm gay
I've gotta buy more cloves
I'm up to 15 fags a day

I'm a hardcore-rivethead-gothic freak
I guess I'd had enough being called a big computer geek
I read from books of bad vampiric poetry and prose
I just spent my last $600 on Victorian clothes

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