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GWAR - Slaughterama lyrics
GWAR Slaughterama From the Album Scumdogs of the Universe 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 of the gutter-slime which litters this nation for cash and prizes Yes, this is the show where people bet their lives to win something big 'Cause when your life is shit, then you haven't got much to lose On Slaughterama... This next geek is guilty of the following: A grateful dead life in which he's been wallowing Tried to tell us, "Give peace a chance" Met the National Guard and you shit in your pants It's not your imagination, it's not a bad tripping Yes, that's it: it's a big, smelly hippy Hello Mr. Hippy, nice to meet ya' Hey, you got a little shit between your toes So, how are things at the ol' manure factory? How's little Tofu? What, she grew another head? Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD, ya know Kinda makes your offspring goofy looking So, how do you hide money from a hippy? Put it under the soap! I'm sorry, but that answer wasn't in time Your gonna have to put your mouth on this Oh, I blew your head clean off Good thing I was such an expert shot With the National Guard back at Kent State I bagged four that day There's nothing like hippy hunting My dad always used to take me along with Lee Harvey Oswald All right, we're rockin' now! World's highest hair, world's tightest pants Got no circulation but you still can dance Fashion is a statement, sometimes a risk Every fashion had it's faults but yours is the pits Always in black, looks like he's dead Here's the Art Fag lying on his death beg Hello, Mr. Art Fag, c'mon out here Say, whatta hair do Why it's awfully big As big as the...the...the Hindenburg And it'd probably go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it But no, I'm gonna' hold out and ask you this question What ever happened to Eddie Munster? I'm lookin' at him! Oh, Oderus, help the boy with his hairdo, there Ooo! It's getting ripped off! Ow! Ya' know that's gotta hurt! What on the other side of his face? Is that a facelift? Whoa! He's torn that face clean off! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Help that sod outta' here Gave up pussy, stopped doing toot Now ya' can't wait to kiss him on the boot Elbows and knuckles all you know how Follow the herd, just another cow Brain full of shit, boots full of lead Straight from Hitler's ass, it's the Nazi skin-head Hello, Mr. Nazi Skin-head, how ya' doin' How's Geraldo's nose? Still broken? Well, it's good to see you're still on the job. You know, when you're mugging talk-show commentators in bathrooms Always remember to draw the swastikas turning to the right Not to the left, always to the right. Hey, why do Nazi skin-heads wear red suspenders anyways? He doesn't have to tell you! Time to give this Nazi skin-head one more haircut Real close to the shoulders like Whoa! His head's been decapitated Look at all that P.S.I. in his aorta artery Whoa! Is he a gusher or what? A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Well everybody, that's all for this week We've killed everybody that's worth killing Hope you do the same We'll be back next week with another edition of Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama It's a drama Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama It's a drama, yeah! It's called existentialists, man It's for the people who just don't care Don't feel sorry for them They've chosen their own path in life These lyrics brought to you by Sean Warden |
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