| I Don’t fucking belong here
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| Coulden’t give half a dick who you are
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| Left sided popularity contest
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| Talkin' to me like I should know who you are
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| I’m unimpressed, In fact I’m fucking sickened
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| Don’t know how much your drinkin' or how the fuck you get women
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| Hollywood cosmetic mess, fuck your vampire songs and the way that you dress
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| (It's embarassing)
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| Pilled out, washed up suckers on leather
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| Dressed for transylvania in the boilig weather
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| Please understand we ain’t in this together
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| With the force of a nation, closing in on you
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| Crucified on the sunset strip
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| With you transvestite crew
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| Gross groupie chicken flock up in the van
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| How man womna does it take to make, woah man
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| Slow down baby dudeyou 'bout to get burned
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| You’re a long way from home
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| Wooden steak to the sternum bitch
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| You know nothing about my kind
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| Where I came from this shit won’t fly
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| Take you for everything no reason why
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| I thought you said «You could never die»
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| Force you into the sunlight,.
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| But you’re not turning to ash
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| Force you into a real life where you don’t stand a fucking chance
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| Fly bitch fly
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| Lemme see your wings
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| Practice what you preach and take a fucking leap
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| Crush the creators of the night
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| Cut them down to size
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| Put to waste this awful place where wash up come to die
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| Crush the creators of the night cut them down to size
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| Put to waste this awful place where wash ups come to die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dressed for Transylvania In the Boiling Weather (Lipstick Guys) , by - Dr. Acula. Song from the album Nation, in the genre Метал