Dressed for Transylvania in the Boiling Weather (Lipstick Guys) Songtext
von Dr. Acula

I don′t fucking belong here
Can't even give half a shit who you are
I′ve studied popularity choices
Talking to me like I should know who you are
Pro-honey pressing back a fucking stick in
Don't know how much you're drinking
But I′ma fuck your gay women
Hollywood cosplaying as
Fucking vampire songs
And the way that you′re dressed is embarrassing
Peeled and washed up stalkers in leather
Trashman, trashman, make it in the boiling weather
Please understand we're not in this together
With the force of a nation closing in on you
Crucified on the Sunset Strip
With your Transvestite crew
Crowds coming, chicken fuck, open the van
How many women does it take to make a moment?
Slow down, baby dude, you′re 'bout to get burned
You′re a long way from home


What a state to the start of this
You know nothing about my kind
We pack a punch and she will fight
Take you for everything, no reason why
I thought you said you could never die
Force you into the fire
But you're not turning to ash
Force you into a real life
And you don′t stand a fucking chance
Time is right
And this day awaits
Act as like a beast and take a fucking life
"Tell me, tell me, do vampires really exist?"
"Uh, in my opinion, yes, they do."
"Right on, I agree with you. Do you consider yourself a vampire?"
"I do."
Consecrations of the night
Drag them down to serve
Put to waste is of a place
Where we shall come to die
Consecrations of the night
Drag them down to serve
Put to waste is of a place
Where we shall come to die
"I am Dracula."