Change for Church Songtext
von Witto Goom

What kind of mother would I be if I let you run around looking like a goth?
Black
Black nails
Black clothes
Black spells
I twist my tongue to weave a spell of ruin
I ain′t turn out how my mom wanted
In a grindcore shirt
She used to make me change for church
Black clothes Black nails
Black everything
Now when i'm out
All of them won′t stop staring
Black
Black nails
Black clothes
Black spells
I twist my tongue to weave a spell of ruin