[Verse 1] Black veil Black leather Lipstick smeared like a blood-red letter Grave dirt on your thrift-store dress You climb in Grin Mutter “God We’re a mess” Dashboard cracked Little saint on a chain Candle in a cup by the window rain You trace hearts in the foggy glass Say “Promise me tonight won’t pass” [Chorus] Get in Loser We’re doing spooky shit My hearse My heart Come and ride in it Raven hair Eyes like an eclipse Say my name with your vampire lips Get in Loser Let the midnight hit We were made for this cursed commit If the world burns out I’ll still exist As the bruise on your throat From our spooky kiss (oh yeah) [Verse 2] We park up by the chapel gate Marble angels all cracked with hate You steal flowers from a stranger’s stone Whisper “Nobody’s ever really alone” You climb on the hood Arms wide You laugh “Would you haunt me if I go first On my path?” I say “Baby I already do” Every nightmare just leads me to you [Chorus] Get in Loser We’re doing spooky shit My hearse My heart Come and ride in it Raven hair Eyes like an eclipse Say my name with your vampire lips Get in Loser Let the midnight hit We were made for this cursed commit If the world burns out I’ll still exist As the bruise on your throat From our spooky kiss (hey) [Bridge] We carve our vows in the coffin wood “Die young Die loved Die misunderstood” If heaven won’t take us Hell can wait We got all night to desecrate [Chorus] Get in Loser We’re doing spooky shit My hearse My heart Come and ride in it Raven hair Eyes like an eclipse Say my name with your vampire lips Get in Loser Let the midnight hit We were made for this cursed commit If the stars fall down I’ll still exist In the crack in your smile From our spooky kiss

metal, Dark romantic goth metal with male vocals; downtuned guitars in a slow, chugging groove, tom-heavy drums, and a prowling bass. Verses stay tight and intimate with whispered-to-growled delivery, chorus explodes with double-tracked vocals and wide, reverb-soaked power chords. Occasional eerie choir pads and church bell hits underline the gothic drama, bridge leans into half-time stomp before a final, soaring chorus., romantic

Get In, Loser (We’re Doing Spooky Shit)