This is your life 
In which you thrive 
And you achieve 
And you retrieve 
The bone you get 
From your adept 
Without disgrace 
This is your race

You are a Goth 
Are you a Goth 
You

You will get old 
As you are told 
By older men 
Oh yeah and then 
You will get asked 
To lift your mask 
And you decide 
'Bout your last ride

You are a Goth 
Are you a Goth 
You

Will you ever 
Change your life 
Will you never 
Feel alive 
Will you never 
See the sun 
You are always 
On the run