Dressed for Transylvania In the Boiling Weather (Lipstick Guys) - Dr. Acula

I Don’t fucking belong here

Coulden’t give half a dick who you are

Left sided popularity contest

Talkin' to me like I should know who you are

I’m unimpressed, In fact I’m fucking sickened

Don’t know how much your drinkin' or how the fuck you get women

Hollywood cosmetic mess, fuck your vampire songs and the way that you dress

(It's embarassing)

Pilled out, washed up suckers on leather

Dressed for transylvania in the boilig weather

Please understand we ain’t in this together

With the force of a nation, closing in on you

Crucified on the sunset strip

With you transvestite crew

Gross groupie chicken flock up in the van

How man womna does it take to make, woah man

Slow down baby dudeyou 'bout to get burned

You’re a long way from home

Wooden steak to the sternum bitch

You know nothing about my kind

Where I came from this shit won’t fly

Take you for everything no reason why

I thought you said «You could never die»

Force you into the sunlight,.

But you’re not turning to ash

Force you into a real life where you don’t stand a fucking chance

Fly bitch fly

Lemme see your wings

Practice what you preach and take a fucking leap

Crush the creators of the night

Cut them down to size

Put to waste this awful place where wash up come to die

Crush the creators of the night cut them down to size

Put to waste this awful place where wash ups come to die