Her boyfriend's left, she's into Kanye West
Now everybody's (*##$ing, that Emo is dead
she's into hiphop, (and you don't stop)


She cut her indie friends, like they said,
coz her mates told her Emo's dead

And now she's hanging with the crowd, praying to be seen
In Oxford St, where the model scouts are,
she works in Top Shop, yeah,

Couture is top notch? I don't think so

Oh yet, again, she changed her ways,

a brand new style, some hot new friends
At the drop of a hat, got shot of her boyfriend,
He ain't cool no more

So you think ur hype, coz u listen to Pink!
But it's all so fake, and I'm starting to think
They tell you jump, you say how high

don't believe the hype!

(Emo's dead) it's not on the radio

(Emo's dead) they're not playing it no more
Kids don't give a damn about radio (so turn it off)


(Be, a... be, be...a, Emo, Emo, let's go, let's go !)

She's got moxie, but so brain dead, They said:

"Join our clique, girl...
and dump your grimey boyfriend, instead"
"Hang out with us, we'll show you cool,

I'm a model, you should too,
Because you're %#@! hot!" But she ain't Kate Moss


And now she's the Queen of the Nu Rave Scene
With the boys in eyeliner and tight skinny jeans,
And yet again, she changed her style,

there's nothing in her head at all
she's just an art student wanting to be,
taking !@&@e with Pete Docherty

Like a wag she tries to, act like she's a badass girl

Oh what is your problem? it's immaterial. you fake!

What is your problem?
When everyone around you, says it's so not real
You don't care at all, you turn around say it's because...


(Emo's Dead, it's not on the radio),
they're not playing it no more

The Kids don't give a damn about radio (so turn it off now)

Get out now, get off now !


The kids aren't alright,
coz there's no more music for suicide

it's so mad!, it's so mad

(Emo's dead!)

(Emo's dead!)
(Emo's dead!)



[(c) 2009 Treija / Latvian Spice]
Be, a... be, be...a, Emo, Emo, let's go, let's go !)