GWAR - Beauteous Rot Lyrics
Beauty is Rot!Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my callsYou are the most grotesque of them allWarts and protrusions the beg for the graveIronic, bubonic, pimpled and shavedThe live to gobble the puss form my warts I live to spread my disease at each portDistribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mortRot!You are born in the most disgusting of waysSome become cripples, some become gayOthers spend their money trying to become that wayYou think you are beautiful but what the hell is thatI find beauty in rolls of sweaty fatIt? not your complexionThat gives me an erectionOH NOYour beauty makes me sickI? rather ***** a trollKick you in the headVomit in the holeFace turns to snotYou used to be hotBeauty is RotYou spend hours smearing cream on your faceWhat you need is to be hit with a maceTied to a horse and get dragged through the streetsHung by the heels and pelted with beltsBut still you are smearing cream on your faceWhat you need is to be reduced to pasteWander the countryside blind in one eyeSucking the dicks of dead dogs to surviveWho decides what is beautiful?Nobody but youI find fascination as your guts are turned to stewForever titillatingA pile of rotting feetAll you are is brains and bonesA sack of rancid meatYeah yeah yeah
