Well the sun rose on that sacred day,
The satellite crashed right in front of me,
The radiation cause a decease,
And now there's fucking evil standing right in front of me.
The zombies are wearing all their dresses,
And they're eating the local's brains,
They will take your life away,
And destroy every fucking thing.
On the day of the drag queens baby,
We'll cut you open and feast,
When we slip on our miny skirts,
You'll be dead, Good as a treat,
Oh Yeah!
Well the sun rose on that sacred day,
The satellite crashed right in front of me,
The radiation cause a decease,
And now there's fucking evil standing right in front of me.
You will never stop my evil,
I'm a motherfucker on a mission,
Slit your throat with my long dark nails,
And eat your rotten remains.
Written by Al. B. Damned.
On the day of the drag queens baby,
We'll cut you open and feast,
When we slip on our miny skirts,
You'll be dead, Good as a treat,
Oh Yeah!
On the day of the drag!
On the day of the drag queens,
On the day of the drag queens,
On the day of the drag queens,
On the day of the drag!
