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The Tranny Was a Zombie!
02:40
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Draculas lurking
He’s herkin and jerking for some tranny blood
He knew the right spots, tied those panties in knots
He was an awful stud
When he found the one, that would wet his tongue
It was something strange
Tranny was a zombie
While he seduced the dead, she gave him head
Behind the donor train.
While he sucked the blood,
It tastes just like mud, it was awfully strange
Drac was found, with no one around,
And without his brains
Tranny was a zombie
What you should know, about zombie hos
Is that they eat brains
You may pay a price, that is more than thrice
What you will compensate
Dracula learned, that you get burned
By your Tranny love
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Devil Days, Demon Nights
03:58
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I wake at night, just to see you
Sucking the blood, that's what I do
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Frankenstein's Sun City
03:00
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He was out drinking
His liver was strong
But that goes without saying when you’re Frankenstein
He could crush any man
And he could kill anyone
But a woman’s heart he could just not steal
And he said
I want it all!
They met at a bar
She was a horrid lass
She was a freak of nature
Not a single body part was hers
Her night flirtations had failed, why was a built this way?
Then she saw young Frankenstein
And she had these words to say
I want it all!
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Old Ass Troll
00:59
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Old ass troll,
He’s got no gold
Old ass troll,
Where’s your bridge?
Old ass troll,
That aint your bridge!
Drinking beer, drinking scotch!
Drinking gin, drinking wine!
Old ass troll,
Where’s your bridge?
Old ass troll,
That aint your bridge!
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6. |
Apeman In the Big City
02:10
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I wear a suit in the big city
Making money for the man upstairs
Pushing papers, warming chairs
Dreaming of my dank jungle home
In the jungle, 5 dollars goes far
Bushel bananas, round of drinks
Tailored hat, potato things
big city, cup of coffee
They be yellin, they be screamin
Subway lines be confusin
Human woman hate ape kissin
And I dream of jungle lovin
I miss my jungle home
In the city I am alone
Ape man in the big city
Singing this little ditty
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Ghostly Wail
02:23
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This is a song, forever lost
Those who have no place
So occupy this space
They are lost, and they have no grace
They can watch over, those who can never leave
I passed into the dark some time, many many years ago
Yet I have no rest
Come along, and don’t be shy
You haven’t room to cry
This will be your home
From now until the end, shake your chains and dilate planes
We are just lost souls
In this dying home, with nowhere left to go
Until the end
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8. |
Drunken Summer
00:54
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Gotta Go out, Gotta Get Drunk!
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Father Death
03:19
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Hey father death, I’m flying home
Hey poor man, you’re all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I’m going
So father death, don’t you cry anymore
Mommas there, underneath the floor
Brother death, is behind the store
Old Auntie, death don’t hide your bones
Local death, I hear those groans
Father Death, your body’s gone
Father death, I’m coming home
Lover death, your words are true
Teacher death, I do thank you
Pain is gone, the worms take the rest
They can continue to sing these blues
Oh Voodoo death, I’ll work with you
Come on death, your mind is new
Thins angle death; ill work you through
Cause you and I, will get there too
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made darkness yours
Father Death, your body’s gone
Father death, I’m coming home
Lover death, your words are true
Teacher death, I do thank you
Don’t you laugh when a hearse goes by
Because you may be the next to die
You don’t know when, you don’t know where
But you may never see the light again
Caretaker, tall and thin
He digs a hole and puts you in
Then it goes ok for a week
Then your coffin begins to leak…
Lover Death, I thank you
Father death, I can give you two
Good for death, your words are true
Teacher death, I do thank you
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Sangre Negra
02:36
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She’s picking the lock with her teeth
As she pulls on her dress from last night’s dancing
Has her eyes set on that tall, dark stranger
And she gets what she wants
She wants that dark blood
She needs that dark blood
She’s gotta have that dark blood
She’s gotta get that dark blood
(So Get Out!)
She has no time for boys
Only the strong and bold will do
And now she has got that
And she knows she’s got that too
She wants that dark blood
She needs that dark blood
She’s gotta have that dark blood
She’s gotta get that dark blood
(So Get Out!)
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When the Bat is You
01:42
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There once was a Vampire that got turned
Into a Bat, it’s what you’ll learn!
So whatcha gonna do?
When the Bat’s on you!
So watcha gonna do?
When the Bat is you!
If you fly every night
It makes your life, quite a fright
So whatcha gonna do?
When the Bat’s on you!
So watcha gonna do?
When the Bat is you!
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Little Red Gun
02:44
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She had a little red hood
And a really big gun
She said you killed my lover once
And now you’re going straight to hell
I had my sights set on her,
But she had hers on me
She said you damn little wolf
You won’t see the end of me
And in the darkness of the woods
Simple visions and feats
I had been here before
But it was getting to me
I took a bottle of Jack
A couple fags to smoke
And I waited all alone
I waited quietly
I knew her lover well
Wondered the forest everyday
A charming little man
And he often would say
“Never disliked a man, I wasn’t built that way”
He tasted oftly fine
Not a word, not a cry
But I was drunk and I was old
She was young and she was sharp
She got me in her sights
And pulled the trigger tight
One bullet hit my jaw, one bullet hit my heart
And I feel to the ground
And the darkness too me
She had my name on every slug; it took her years to make
Saw the casings in my heart; it was all I could take
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13. |
Dracula Stole My Gal
02:17
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Dracula stole my gal
I thought he was my pal
She used to be the one
But Dracula, what have you done!
(Dracula!) I thought he was my pal, then he stole my gal!
Dracula how could you
Our friendship, it is through
I hope your satisfied
Oh damn, how I cried!
(Dracula!) I thought he was my pal, then he stole my gal!
DRACULA!!!!
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14. |
Monster Prom
01:46
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The Drunken Draculas recommends:
The Dark of the City
by Ghosts of Progress
Some of the Drunken Draculas played in this band in a previous life.
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أوج
by Yosa Buson and the Russian River Experience/ The Antlers of the Midnight Sun
The record label that releases our shit, along with other awesome shit.
go to albumIf you like The Drunken Draculas, you may also like:
Total Commitment
by The Staches
Two girls and two guys from Geneva, Switzerland, make raucous and danceable Slits-esque punk songs with lyrics in English.
go to album
A side project of Drew Auscherman of Hoops, Permit cram a truckload of hooks into songs the size of a Smart car.
go to album
The Sticks - No Sustain E.P
by Market Square Recordings
Mathy post-punk with experimental sound effects and pulsing bass lines.
go to album
L.A.’s SadGirl carve big, soul-inspired grooves across the length of their latest LP, “Water.”
go to album
