I'll Get You

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!