Emo Party - MC Chris

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

I don’t wanna be sad