People think I'm sick 
Some stuck-up prick 
They all say I'm so scary 
They're all careful and wary 
I just might try some voo-doo 
Watch out, I might get you 
I might cast a spell 
You think I'm from hell 
You put me down, make me feel less 
All because of the way I dress 
Just because I don't care 
About what I wear 
Doesn't mean that I'll kill you 
Doesn't mean I'm not human too 
You make fun of me 
Go ahead, you'll see 
You think I'm bad because I wear black 
Just wait, someday I will get you all back!