Текст: David J. Goth Girls In Southern California.

Turkish clove cigarettes
In a black coffin lunch box
She falls into the poster on her wall

She has an ideal fantasy
She's with Lestat meets Peter Murphy
On a moonlit stroll
Through a grave yard in the fall

Goth girls in Southern California
So pale in the carcinogenic sun
The pool is anathema
The beach is a bitch and no fun
Goth girls don't like that California sun

Goth girls in Southern California
Goth girls in Southern California
It's so, so, so Cal

She dons her cape with caul
And trowels on the make up
Some quick candle magic and she is gone

She works at the mortuary
She loves the flower arrangements
The night shift is the shift where she belongs

Juju, tarot, voodoo
She has Johnny Depp in effigy
Los Vampiros Lesbos
Downloaded as an MP3

Corsets, chains and chokers
And an amulet to guarantee
Magical protection from the bimbo's jocks
Who belch with glee, play football and water ski

She's slow motion dancing
Happy to be sad in The Dungeon
The sepulchral lighting suits her mood
She wears her heart on her sleeve
And her sleeve is made of velvet
There's a pussy cat under that attitude

Goth girls in Southern California
So pale in the carcinogenic sun
The pool is anathema
The beach is a bitch and no fun

Goth girls don't like that California
Goth girls don't need no California
Goth girls don't want that California sun

Goth girls in Southern California
Goth girls in Southern California
Goth girls in Southern California
Goth girls in Southern California

Oh, leave them alone