GWAR - Slaughterama Lyrics
GWARSlaughteramaFrom the Album Scumdogs of the UniverseWith a battle-cry go forthWhich is "give the people what they want"And what the people want could only be the senseless slaughterof the gutter-slime which litters this nation for cash and prizesYes, 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 loseOn Slaughterama...This next geek is guilty of the following:A grateful dead life in which he's been wallowingTried to tell us, "Give peace a chance"Met the National Guard and you shit in your pantsIt's not your imagination, it's not a bad trippingYes, that's it: it's a big, smelly hippyHello Mr. Hippy, nice to meet ya'Hey, you got a little shit between your toesSo, 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 knowKinda makes your offspring goofy lookingSo, how do you hide money from a hippy?Put it under the soap!I'm sorry, but that answer wasn't in timeYour gonna have to put your mouth on thisOh, I blew your head clean offGood thing I was such an expert shotWith the National Guard back at Kent StateI bagged four that dayThere's nothing like hippy huntingMy dad always used to take me along with Lee Harvey OswaldAll right, we're rockin' now!World's highest hair, world's tightest pantsGot no circulation but you still can danceFashion is a statement, sometimes a riskEvery fashion had it's faults but yours is the pitsAlways in black, looks like he's deadHere's the Art Fag lying on his death begHello, Mr. Art Fag, c'mon out hereSay, whatta hair doWhy it's awfully bigAs big as the...the...the HindenburgAnd it'd probably go up just as fast if I put this lighter to itBut no, I'm gonna' hold out and ask you this questionWhat ever happened to Eddie Munster?I'm lookin' at him!Oh, Oderus, help the boy with his hairdo, thereOoo! 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!AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHelp that sod outta' hereGave up *****, stopped doing tootNow ya' can't wait to kiss him on the bootElbows and knuckles all you know howFollow the herd, just another cowBrain full of shit, boots full of leadStraight from Hitler's ass, it's the Nazi skin-headHello, 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 bathroomsAlways remember to draw the swastikas turning to the rightNot 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 haircutReal close to the shoulders likeWhoa! His head's been decapitatedLook at all that P.S.I. in his aorta arteryWhoa! Is he a gusher or what?A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haWell everybody, that's all for this weekWe've killed everybody that's worth killingHope you do the sameWe'll be back next week with another edition ofSlaughterama, Slaughterama, SlaughteramaIt's a dramaSlaughterama, Slaughterama, SlaughteramaIt's a drama, yeah!It's called existentialists, manIt's for the people who just don't careDon't feel sorry for themThey've chosen their own path in lifeThese lyrics brought to you bySean Warden
