Tragic Magic Tranny walking down the streets,
whiplash necks on everyone she meets.
Tragic Magic Tranny doing it her way,
don't give a fuck what you say.

Gender outlaw, object freak, what are you?

Tragic Magic Tranny shining so bright,
gutter queen making scenes every night.
Tragic Magic Tranny scapegoat and star,
just for being who they are.

Gender outlaw, object freak, what are you?
what are we? I'm myself, are you?

They call me bad tranny,
what would make me real,
a new dress, a voice more clear?
They call me bad tranny,
never fit the mold,
was too young, now too old;
still not doing what I'm told.

Tragic Magic Tranny trying to live free,
in a world that wants to see her bleed.
Tragic Magic Tranny mystery hearts,
not going to explain every part.

Gender outlaw, object freak, what are you?
what are we? I'm myself, are you?

They call me bad tranny,
lipstick stubble cheeks,
knife in skirt, duct-taped feet.

They call me bad tranny,
Transblister screams out loud,
bad ass tranny proud.

Take me for a ride, take me for a ride,
on the Scar/Chasm.
Take me for a ride, (don't you) take me for a ride,
on the Scar/Chasm.

I fly with obscure birds, in Guttersnipe Estuary.
Rare animals seen and heard, Guttersnipe Estuary.

Take me for a ride, take me for a ride,
in the Scar/Chasm.


Lyrics submitted by radrachel

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