Escape From The Mooselodge Lyrics - We Kill Everything - Gwar

GWAR, the once mighty Scumdogs of the Universe 

wallow in the filth that their lives have become. 

Drug addicted, riddled with disease 

They're not dogs, they're just scum... 

Could they get a chance to change their fate 

Destroy the things they've come to love with hate 

Only time will tell... 

I'm sick of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze, 

I'd like to kill the Master, and start turning the screws 

The sins of this planet have long since grown stale 

We need to kill on a galactic scale 

Forsaken by their cosmic master, GWAR constantly schemes 

For a way to escape Earth, realize their twisted dreams 

Old men fly into space, GWAR cannot... 

This re-occuring pattern of failure 

Has f**ked with them a lot 

Get me the hell out of Dodge 

I'll turn in my card at the Moose Lodge 

But first let me settle my account at Blockbuster 

and bid fond adieu to my friend General Custer... 

I scream to the heavens to split open wide 

and let loose a torrent of death's ghastly tide 

The power of Chaos, there's no reason why 

We need a way to make everybody die... 

The ancient legend of The TimeBomb, an alien device which supposedly 

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chronicled all time's events from the beginning-to the end. If it could be deciphed by our 

bum, bling anti-heroes, then the end of the world would come. As to what this has to do 

with anything, I'm not really sure... 

Out there the power is growing and it's growing fast 

Here the only thing growing is my big fat ass. 

Sales are dropping, riffs are slopping 

Can you smell the zits I'm popping 

What the hell can we do? 

We've done it all, I've humped god's nose 

I've reeked of booze... 

I've cancelled shows 

Became everything that I despised 

And my own hell I recognize 

But there's just so many little 

bohabs and they're always crowding around 

begging me to suckle them and tie their mothers down 

I will kill their girlfriends, I will smoke their crack 

I become the pimp-daddy, I become the Mack 

But everyday I'm doing I'm dying deep inside 

But I'm gonna tell ya something 

gonna give ya back your pride 

So here's a little thought that I had the other day 

If we could blow the planet up 

We could just float away 

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