I need an alarm system in my house
So I know when emos are
Creeping about, these emos are
Bleeding to death
These days
It's getting bloody everywhere that I go
They won't leave me alone
There's things they all wanna know
Why are they wearing pitch black on TV?
Why are they complaining to me?
And why can't anyone see?

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Emos wanna die
They slit their wrists and make you watch them cry
They torch their heads and complain whilst they fry
Emos wanna die
Just wanna die x6

They don't jump when they go to shows
They hang out with their fellow emos
They sing to My Chemical Romance
Mutilate themselves as they slowly dance
Write about their lives on MySpace
'Look at me, see my face,'
'Screw you anti-emo race,'
And what's with?
That crappy hair,
Badly dyed strands of crap,
Oh the pain, oh the pain, oh the pain when I see them
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