Transvestites Can Be Cannibals Too Songtext
von Harley Poe

I hate the way that I look in my own clothes
I wear my wife′s when I got to the town
You think it's gross when I′m wearing her panty hoes
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 coming 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 eat these words tomorrow
Cause I'm bipolar


It's okay to be different
Unless you′re all by yourself
You think you′re so fucking 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 nothing
But then again I'm sure that you deserve what you′ll be getting
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
All right
Do you don′t like being tied up
Well I don't like being mean
You′re so shallow minded you think I'm only what you see
Take me out of the heard and put me on display in front of your friends
Not knowing that this mistake could lead to your miserable end
Cause I′m rude, I'm ugly, 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