Goth in the Disco

Oh there's a Goth in the disco
Yeah there's a Goth in the disco
Oh there's a Goth in the disco
Yeah there's a Goth in the disco

Pale face, black vest
Steady watching, she's got a cure for this emptiness
Melting vinyl, burning hair, suicidal, in the disco yeah

She hates all the music can't stand the lights
But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night
And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance
So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop)

(All going)
(Can't stand Saturday night)
(Can't stand disco)
(All going)
(Can't stand Saturday night)
(Can't stand disco)

Empty bottle, dirty rag
Can of petrol she's got a cocktail for these fucking slags
Melting vinyl, burning hair, suicidal, in the disco yeah

She hates all the music can't stand the lights
But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night
And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance
So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop)

Oh there's a Goth in the disco
Yeah there's a Goth in the disco
Oh there's a Goth in the disco
Yeah there's a Goth in the disco

(All going)
(Can't stand Saturday night)
(Can't stand disco)
(All going)
(Can't stand Saturday night)
(Can't stand disco)

She hates all the music can't stand the lights
But there's nothing else to do on a Saturday night
And she doesn't like the people can't stand to dance
So they're all going home in an ambulance (woop, woop)

(All going)
(Can't stand Saturday night)
(Can't stand disco)
(All going)
(Can't stand Saturday night)
(Can't stand disco)

(Can't stand disco)