Letra de 'Transvestites Can Be Cannibals Too' de Harley Poe

I hate the way that I look in my own clothes
I wear my wife's when I go outta town
You think it's gross when I'm wearin' her pantyhose
You call me sick and you call me a clown

I think I may, I think I might have human tonight
Don't come to me 'cause I'm comin' to you
I think I may, I think I might have you for a bite
I'm gonna cook me up some he-man stew

'Cause transvestites can be cannibals too
And I'll feel better after I eat you
'Cause I hate people when they're not polite
If you end up on my table then it serves you right

And when I was young I wore my sister's clothes
I liked to paint my nails and I had secrets no one knows
But now that I'm grown up, I cook dinner for my wife
I still carry my secrets along with a butcher's knife

I hate the popular people
'Cause I ain't popular
I'll hate these words tomorrow
'Cause I'm bipolar

It's okay to be different
Unless you're all by yourself
You think you're so fuckin' special
(But you're just like everyone else)

I just don't understand the reason why I sin
Why can't I be a bigger man and walk away when
You tear me down and make me feel like I'm worth nothin'
But then again I'm sure that you deserve what you'll be gettin'

And when I was young I wore my sister's clothes
I liked to paint my nails and I had secrets no one knows
But now that I'm grown up, I cook dinner for my wife
I still carry my secrets along with a butcher's knife

So you don't like being tied up?
Well, I don't like being me
You're so shallow minded
You think I'm only what you see

Take me out of the herd
And put me on display in front of your friends
Not knowing that this mistake
Would lead to your miserable end

'Cause I'm rude, I'm ugly, and I'm everything you hate
And I'm here tonight to put you on my plate
I don't care for your opinion, I don't want your point of view
Tonight I'll have a feast with compliments to you

And when I was young I wore my sister's clothes
I liked to paint my nails and I had secrets no one knows
But now that I'm grown up, I cook dinner for my wife
I still carry my secrets along with a butcher's knife