Sung to the tune of This Corrosion.
’99 Tour Poem (Author Unknown).
Hey, ya'll, hey now n-now,
Straight outta London, it's tha muthafuckin' Sistaz
So you betta get ready, all you ladies and ya mistaz
Eldritch is pissed; he don't care for limp-wristaz
He only wants to rock, and these goths are resistaz
Eldritch hits the stage and the ravers all scatta...
Funky-ass beats and the bass is gettin' phatta...
Most goth ain't funky, but it don't f**kin' matta...
It's The Sistaz Of Mercy, and I never been sadda...
All the goths at the bar damn near drop theya snakebite
My bitch Andrew Eldritch rockin' out like Dol-a-mite
He's lookin' so fine like some kinda Aphrodite
That s**t'll be mine when the clock strikes midnight
(breakdown)
What's wit dat hair? It's yellow and it's curly
My bitch Andrew Eldritch lookin' just like a girly
Some of da goths, they be leavin' real early
Muthafuckin' chumps ain't nuthin' but surly
But then the bass hits (BOOOM) like a big explosion
Cuz Andrew and the boys are playin' "This Corrosion"
Gonna make ya body move, gonna cause erosion
On the muthafuckin' floor cuz the soundz ambrosian
Got nuthin' ta say I ain't said befo'
I rocked all I can, I can't rock no mo'
Andrew don't need no goths ta understand
Why he can't rock in a rock 'n' roll band
