Harley Poe - Transvestites Can Be Cannibals Too lyrics

I hate the way that I look in my own clothes I wear my wife's when I go to the 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 butchers 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 f**in' 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 butchers 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 butchers knife