Change for Church

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