Luckily, other kids at my church aren't THIS bad. The guys don't really speak sports constantly, and the girls don't really do all that much of primping, but the rest is pretty accurate. They all still love me, even if I worry them a tad.

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Ties and lace and bubbling with grace

'Tis what good Christians are made of

Bats, dark wit, and black liqourice bits

'Tis what I am composed of

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Lines of crisp, gingerbread church teens

Wonder if they know what being 'goth' means

The guys talk of sports, the girls preen

In the baker's dozen I'd be thirteen

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Look at their uniform smiles

Am I the only varying style?

They all sing of sunshine, while

I'm rocking out in the ailes

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Living on the fringe

It's a wonder I don't fall

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(chorus)

I feel less than next to none

I'll draw it down from high to low

Still away they all run

Am I the Christian Marilyn Manson?

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Guess I'm the resident black sheep

Don't work in nursury 'cause I make kids weep

In everything I touch, black seeps

Wonder how the saints get to sleep

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They all want to change my outside

Don't they know the head's where the bats glide?

Goth is just Victorian's dark side

"Is that what they call us now?" He sighed

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Living on the fringe

It's a wonder I don't fall

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(chorus #2)

I feel less than next to none

I'll draw it back from 'shock' to 'stun'

Still away they all run

Am I the Christian Marilyn Manson?

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(repeat chorus #2 twice after 'bridge')