Black in Every Color

Black dress, fishnets
 Hair spray, finger paint
 Pentagrams and crosses
 Upside down, I guess I'm off it
 Black dress, fishnets
 Hair spray, finger paint
 Jason, Chucky, Freddie
 I'd be lucky if they killed me
 Oh, oh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, oh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, oh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Black dress, fishnets
 Hair spray, finger paint
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 You stare, you stare but I'm never gonna follow your stride
 I'd rather be another example than be one of your kind
 Strike now or forever hold your peace
 You say it's dangerous (okay!)
 The type of lipstick that'll leave a stain
 And you're thinking that it's just another fix
 'Cause you're living in the present but it's still 2006
 Our bites are venomous (no way!)
 We'll send our toxins right up to your brain
 And you're thinking that it's all so full of shit
 'Cause you're living in the present and it's still 2006
 Oh, oh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, oh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, oh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Black dress, fishnets
 Hair spray, finger p- wait, what the fuck?
 Did you take me off your Myspace top 8?
 Tiffany, what the fuck?
 Why'd you take me off your MySpace top 8?
 I thought we were best friends but like, I guess not
 Locked up inside of my room all day
 Black Parade on repeat, it never ends
 You say it's dangerous (okay!)
 The type of lipstick that'll leave a stain
 And you're thinking that it's just another fix
 'Cause you're living in the present but it's still 2006
 Our bites are venomous (no way!)
 We'll send our toxins right up to your brain
 And you're thinking that it's all so full of shit
 'Cause you're living in the present and it's still 2006
 Boy, I'm gettin' real tired of this rock 'n' roll music
 Now son you're gettin' outta line
 And this devil gon' corrupt your mind
 Why don't you take a trip on home
 And let the preacher man save your soul?
 Well, sir, now don't you worry none
 I live my life like I'm a loaded gun
 So call the church, call the choir, call the nuns
 'Cause livin like the damned's so godamn fun
 Preach, I'll believe when my water's wine
 Feet pressed on hot coal sounds so divine, whoa
 By now you should know that I'm not made by design (preach, I'll believe when my water's wine)
 By now you should know that I'm not made by design (feet pressed on hot coal sounds so divine)
 That I'm not made by design
 Oh, yeah!