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

I Don't f**ing 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 f**ing sickened Don't know how much your drinkin' or how the f** you get women Hollywood cosmetic mess, f** your vampire songs and the way that you dress (It's embara**ing) Pilled out, washed up s**ers 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 b**h You know nothing about my kind Where I came from this sh** 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 f**ing chance Fly b**h fly Lemme see your wings Practice what you preach and take a f**ing 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