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.
The Apes of Wrath!. The Apes of Wrath!. The Apes of Wrath!. . Flecked with gore I face you. My hide is writhing with worms. I come from the place where the Flesh Sculptors pile.
(Vocals by Cardinal Syn). . Unsheathe the sword, call the death squad. Let loose the dogs, make me your God. Blaspheme the name, stretch forth thy rod.
Storm-storm is coming. Storm-storm is coming. The death camps are growing like mushrooms through dew. But this time the murdered are not only Jews. We kill every species, not just one or two.
And blundering brightly through the night. Astride the thunderous, flaming trident bike. The choked back years of jeers. Flashing forceful through their peers.
They were called Katusyhas, but we called them Stalin's Organs. 200 MM devastating fire. When streets hiss, and falling block, kisses desperate flesh.
So fucking what?!?. I can get drunk. I can get laid. I can go mad. I can get paid. I get confused. I can get screwed. I can do nothing. So fucking what?!?.
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(Sang by Sleazy P.). With a battle cry go forth which is. "Give the people what they want.". And what the people want could only be the senseless slaughter.
I wake you up in the morning baby with a kick in the tit. I treat you like shit! You love it. Smack you right in the face now baby, just to show you I care.
Your socks they smell, your feet they stink. You never take a bath. Your nose it runs, you bust your buns. You always finish last. . Sick of you, I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Sick and twisted. Sick and twisted. very bad. Crippled, crazy, sick and sad. Yes, a fouler thing has not existed. Yes, it's true I'm that sick and twisted.