Goth in the Disco

Oh there's a Goth in the disco

Yeah there's a Goth in the disco

Oh there's a Goth in the disco

Yeah there's a Goth in the disco

Pale face, black vest

Steady watching, she's got a cure for this emptiness

Melting vinyl, burning hair, suicidal, in the disco yeah

She hates all the music can't stand the lights

But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night

And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance

So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop)

(All going)

(Can't stand Saturday night)

(Can't stand disco)

(All going)

(Can't stand Saturday night)

(Can't stand disco)

Empty bottle, dirty rag

Can of petrol she's got a cocktail for these fucking slags

Melting vinyl, burning hair, suicidal, in the disco yeah

She hates all the music can't stand the lights

But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night

And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance

So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop)

Oh there's a Goth in the disco

Yeah there's a Goth in the disco

Oh there's a Goth in the disco

Yeah there's a Goth in the disco

(All going)

(Can't stand Saturday night)

(Can't stand disco)

(All going)

(Can't stand Saturday night)

(Can't stand disco)

She hates all the music can't stand the lights

But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night

And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance

So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop)

(All going)

(Can't stand Saturday night)

(Can't stand disco)

(All going)

(Can't stand Saturday night)

(Can't stand disco)

(Can't stand disco)