The Death of a Drag Queen
Sponge In Heaven and made up she felt so cold The thing she wanted was not hers to own
One day she stole him into her dreams Now behold it a love supreme
Here comes the death of a drag queen The death of a drag queen Pursed and tragic fully obscene Funs her man up the lumberjack queen
While someone sits at home While someone sits at home
With my murder style it will bring him home, home Is the last thing she wore She ain't never goin' home (Evil dances to the sound of a Bossa Nova beat)