Aurelio Voltaire Oh My Goth
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 a ghost of a tombstone under his bed
And if they beam you on board: Don't go in the basement!
(Don't go in the basement!)
OH MY GOTH!
It's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
OH MY GOD!
He's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
He came to pave our world!
But hasn't done it yet
Too busy chasing girls on the internet!
But if they beam you on board take a friend or 5
'Cause your favorite band is playing live
And if your 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, undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
He's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
She's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
We're....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
Oh the Devil himself is after us
With his right hand man, Lord Beelzebub!
Pass me that Sonic Cattle Prod
We'll have them drinking and twitching like a pocket goth!
OH MY GOTH!
It's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
He's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
She's....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
OH MY GOTH!
We're....Undead, Undead, Undead, undeader than dead!
