An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed 'pacas he saw
Plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy drawl
Their pronouns were still on fire and their hooves were made of tin
Their teeth were orange gunky and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders cooming hard and he heard their AM HOLE cries
Yippie-yi-aie, yippie-yi-oh
Ghost Trannies in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their pants all soaked with blood
They're riding hard to catch that herd but they had to dilate more
'Cause they've got to cope forever on that range up in the sky
On troonsformers snorting gunk as they ride on, hear their faggy cry
As the riders coomed on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell from ridin' on our range
The cowboy change your ways today or with us will you ride
Tryin' to catch the Kevin's herd across these endless skies"
Yippie-yi-aie, yippie-yi-oh
Ghost Trannies in the sky
Ghost Trannies in the sky
Ghost Trannies in the sky
Forgive me, Johnny Cash.