I'm gonna have myself an emo party I will invite all of my emo friends We will put all our records on and dance and dance and dance Until we don't feel sad
Shake that booty wipe them tears Work that body fight them fears Speak your mind and let them hear Defend yourself, cause you're not weird We got balloons and paper plates Party favors, ice cream cake Turtle necks and circle frames One eye's hidden behind my bangs Got black jeans I got Doc Martens Skin that's thick and a heart that's hardened Lives have ended, party started Pocket full of pencils let's get arty No big whoop ain't no thang Dance pants on and a disco brain I feel no pain, got no nerve endings Now check the e-vite that I'm sending
I'm gonna have myself an emo party I will invite all of my emo friends We will put all our records on and dance and dance and dance Until we don't feel sad
I don't wanna be sad no more I just wanna get on the dance floor In this case the carpet, might sound far-fetched Goes into my art and makes me an artist Why I suffer why I moan Why I feel bad so bad to the bone! Grind my teeth demolish my molars Erratic emotion cause I'm mostly bipolar Shake that ass write that blog Get out the word while you work that jaw Write that poem squirt them guts You're not alone, yo you're not nuts! Are you depressed? Suicidal? Lacking liquids that are vital? Come to my party, it's like Oz It's where we go to shake them blahs
I'm gonna have myself an emo party I will invite all of my emo friends We will put all our records on and dance and dance and dance Until we don't feel sad [x2]