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| Goth | Industrial | All-Purpose |
| Little lost gothling grasping for a clue | Grabbing for a live wire thats hanging from the ceiling and convulsing | I love Rev. Manson & Type-o, watch me flail aimlessly |
| Oh, my appendix | Oh shit! Lookout! (kick) | The Providence no room to dance pogo |
| What the hell was in that drink? | Don Quixote meets the windmill | purp makes room (purp being someone who thinks scalpel and razor blades are hair accessories) |
| Catch the bats, release the bats | Fling the bats, wave the bats in the air, break the bats | Then the wicked sister donned the glass slipper |
| Pick the flowers, give them to your friends | Oops, got my ring caught in your fishnet shirt while I was flailing around, sorry | I'm not drunk, this is Irish, no really |
| Pick the flowers, plant them somewhere else | Get in my way and bleed, I don't care who the fuck you are | Oh shit I just stepped on your foot |
| Aphids! Aphids! Eeek! | Exploding, one extremity at a time | Oops excuse me, I guess I shouldn't spin so much |
| Pull the taffy, feed it to your dog | Bringing both fists down hard on a trash can while being shot in the stomach | My hands just turned into space ships |
| Where's my contact? | Having someone try to break you in half by putting a knee in the middle of your spine and yanking your shoulders back | Watch me floss my butt with my underwear |
| Little child loses helium balloon | Nureyev on speed (incoming!) | |
| I wanted to be a ballerina ever since I was a little boy/girl | Punching your way out of a paper bag | Whoa dude . . . this is some good 'cid |
| Ooo, I'm turning into seaweed | Move or I'll burn your lovely black velvet with my flailing cigarette (this is a fashion accessory, not a burning ember) | Spin, stumble, jump, kick, lurch, waver |
| The Prayer | Clasp your hands behind your back; get a reeeeaaally pissed off scowl on your face; take 4 heavy stomps foreward; kick a goth; take 4 heavy stomps back; step on a goth; repeat steps 3 and 4 until: the song is over, you realize how silly you look during this, all the goths are gone. | I'm covering my track marks |
| Pick the rose, smell the rose, throw the rose away | Whirl round and round, kick anything in the way | |
| I have a crayon | Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist | |
| Look at my hair | Make arches forward and backward. Kick anything in the way | I could get paid for this if I were 18 |
| Don't look at my hair | Threatening the DJ for playing the wrong song (be sure to roll eyes, show teeth, and sweat profusely) | I could get paid for this if I were 18 and the gender I seem to be |
| You may kiss the royal ring... no you may not... | ||
| The heartburn crouch | Just bounce a lot | I can make my clove into a neat glow stick |
| I could have sworn there was a ceiling in here somewhere | Shaking a palmetto bug out of your hair during a firewalk | Tai Chi has corrupted me for life |
| Oh look my hands are like butterflies, how pretty | My hand's stuck to a pole, now it's stuck to this other pole, now it's stuck to this pole | Oh shit, what do I do with my arms? Oh shit, what do I do with my feet? Oh shit, where's the beat? Yahhh! Gravity! (thud) |
| I'm a fetus. I'm a tree. I'm a fetus. I'm a tree... | My ring is a royal signet, your face my decree!!! |
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