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With Goth on Our Side - Half Man Half Biscuit
I'm my name it is die young
I'm the king of welsh goth
The village I come from
Is near abey so
I was brought up on Bauhaus
And black bedroom walls
And I had my first snakebite
When I was in halls
Now the graveyard is calling
The skis getting grayer
I'll drink the warm blood of
The borough surveyor
And I'll murder the verger
I've seen how he gawps
And I'll write on his headstone
Here lies Jones the corpse
Now my overweight girlfriend
She sits and she crimps
Her mothers convinced shes
Communing with imps
Her brothers alright though
Hes a good lad is wolf
Cos he's into placebo
And cradle of filth
At my gig up in bulletins
The redcoats complained
They tried to remove me
With bottles they rained
But for the first time in history
I didn't run and hide
And the scourers in shell suits
Had goths on their side
Now this land of my fathers
It don't suit my needs
I'd rather be some place
Like Bradford or Leeds
Where the Lipton teenagers
Could meet in my shed
For advice on mascara
And all things undid
Now my left index finger
Is nine inches long
It's hovering over
A world that's gone wrong
Ask me to presentation
And that's what I'll do
And well all die together
And Dylan can't sue