Monday, time for alchemy,
I'm buried behind the [bad word] in and see a band,
from Norway or Japan.
Pick up the CD while you're able
someone on a tiny German label.

Miss Gothic NYC,
Hey, save a dance for me,
And please deposit if you please,
Some black lipstick on my peepee.

Monday, time for alchemy, [bad word] in and have a pint.
There's a hideous man named Mike,
And a bunch of gothic tykes,
And George at the bar with his fake fangs on
And hold everything, they're playing my song:
"It gets so lonely being evil..."

It's Monday night again,
So pull up a chair my friend,
And Jason and Althea will be, oh, so glad to see ya.
Don't get cake on your velvet cape,
Here at Alchemy Mondays!