MCB - The Last Crossdresser Lyrics

Linger hover circle quit
Harvest leather belts
The crackling rain
The curtains drawn
The season's done

Hungry for the slow down
While the trumpets cry goodbye
Your inner voice blindfolded by
Sad news and rye

The last crossdresser
The last will to live
Has left this town
It's the march of the freaks

Hunting for some sanity
Will take you on a stroll
The freeway is an option
That the free will never know
The ponytail comes off
It's time to clean your own backyard
Swallowed by the outlook
Of the things we've yet to see

The last crossdresser
The last will to live
Has left this town
It's the march of the freaks

Let the freaks ramble on
Upon trusted paths
Bullets over handshakes
Give us back our daily bread

My man says it's time
Who makes the rules around here?
The savior has some tidbits
In the corner of his mouth

Walking down the avenue
He's never seen again
A sell-out never judges
But is left in shambles, in shambles, in shambles here

Unfolds his hand, accepts a buck or two
The message clear