Bring forth those we have granted life. So that they'. Must die. . Death!. Death to life!. . Break him ' break him on the wheel. . Death!. Death to life!.
He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie. When he puts it on it gives him such a woodie. HA!. . Zit-scarred and unpopular. He's at the show alone. Running his mouth to no one at all.
Here's a little something from a God to a slave. I never should of been let out the fucking microwave. I'm on this planet, I'm running a muck. I should give a shit but I don't give a fuck.
In the keep of GWAR, much torment remains. Despite of the bodies hacked in twain. So many had died in the viscous campaign. That their femurs alone made a fine mountain.
Deep beneath the bowels of the skillhouse. Where the bones of crusaders are hidden in walls. The shin of Salidin, a goblet made from Blackbeard's chin.
Well, I'm traveling down the road. And I'm carrying that heavy load. I stagger around in a stupor. Sleazy, I cant do the show. . Hanging out backstage.
FOOLS. how dare you try to make a slave of me,. Techno Destructo scumdog of the universe.. It only allowed me to infiltrate your own race.. How easy it was for me to gain control of the.
I'll come to town for you. Dress up like a clown for you. Pull my pants on down for you. Then I'll crawl away. . I will blow hot fart on you. I will build an R-2 D-2.
Cross-creviced chasms vast. And endless plains of unshaven ass. Our time in Hell draws to the last. . We call upon the Master of the Pit. Have you got a toilet? I must take a shit.
(Background words spoken by BalSac The Jaws Of Death). Y'know, back in outer space we used to drink -. a lot We used to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs.
(Background words spoken by BalSac The Jaws Of Death). Y'know, back in outer space we used to drink -. a lot We used to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs.
You can come the easy way, the hard way. I don't care. [Incomprehensible]. . I'm just a person and I've got the new plague. I'm wondering how I got this way.
We're the Morality Squad. Armed with the wrath of God. My name is Granbo. And here's my holy hot-rod. . Freedom to all the people. Brave, true and strong.
I'm thinking I was once a baby. Born inside the Master's bowels. I was shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball. Well I claim vengance, I'm not throwin in the towel.
And we begin our litany. Of peopled killed by mostly me. Goatie the load, he's first in line. Antarctic Ant not far behind. Ripped an arm off Melvin Fleebish.
Unblinking, unseeing, trapped in your being. The issue of tissue, but that's just not the issue. Strapped up and stinking, what were you thinking?. Led you where?.
How inquisitive, and delighting. you've inquired who the hell I am.. . Allow me to elucidate, perhaps pontificate. Upon the state of my most great. and perfect plan.
How inquisitive, and delighting. you've inquired who the hell I am.. . Allow me to elucidate, perhaps pontificate. Upon the state of my most great. and perfect plan.
Tabarnac. Ma Petite Crack. J'ai vu Toi. Tu sens bien. Je Ment Vien Pret de Toi Pour Te Sentire Pret De. . Moi Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule. Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule.
Ahhh.... Now that the cosmic control tape is in my grasp, this band will play. Anything I want perfectly the first time through.... And you know While I was sitting on the toilet the other day I wrote.