Sheena's in a Goth Gang - Chelsea Wolfe

She’s digging up the graveyard, black lips and toenails

A brand new bat wing at the county jail

Like Tammy Trapeze the dead acrobat

I dig her deeply when she swings like that

Sheena’s in a goth gang

Sheena’s in a goth gang

Sheena’s in a goth gang now

Mixed up women, do you have one in your house?

She’s in the forbidden vampire underground

In the cult of the cobra snakes in her hair

She looks so macabre with her cobweb stare

Sheena’s in a goth gang

Sheena’s in a goth gang

Sheena’s in a goth gang now

Sheena’s in a goth gang

Sheena’s in a goth gang

Sheena’s in a goth gang now

Sneer on her face like the Mona Lisa

A coke cold up her nose like the Sphinx at Giza

Sheena’s in a goth gang

Sheena’s in a goth gang

Sheena’s in a goth gang now

Sheena’s in a goth gang now

Sheena’s in a goth gang now