Two Dudes Dressed In Drag Final Recording
Pulp fiction like tale of a drug deal gone bad
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Lyrics
Zig zag wrappers and a brown paper bag
A colt 45 with a loaded mag
Neon Signs, powdered lines
And two dudes dressed in drag
I kicked down the door, walked in with a smile
The skinny dude said, "haven't seen you in awhile"
"Hey there bro, Have some blow"
Nose buried in a vial
I could see right through the fat dude's disguise
As he hoisted his skirt, surprise, surprise
"Life ain't fair, say a prayer
The two of you must die"
A stack of cash on the bedside table
One dude looked like Betty Grable
Flashed my gun, bang, it's done
Just like Cain and Abel
My face grew pale as the sirens wailed
And the buzz began to fade
The T.V said, two queens are dead
Ambushed in a raid
Dealers steal, and stealers deal
That's just the way it is
And only fools, break the rules
In this dangerous biz
Zig zag wrappers and a brown paper bag
A colt 45 with an empty mag
Neon Signs, powdered lines
And two dudes dressed in drag
