GWAR   From the Album Scumdogs of the Universe   Slaughterama      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?   What, she grew another head?   How's little Tofu?   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!      Your gonna have to put your mouth on this   I'm sorry, but that answer wasn't in time   Oh, I blew your head clean off   Good thing I was such an expert shot   With the National Guard back at Kent State   There's nothing like hippy hunting   I bagged four that day   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   As big as the...the...the Hindenburg   Why it's awfully big   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!   Is that a facelift?   What on the other side of his face?   Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa   Whoa! He's torn that face clean off!   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         Sean Warden These lyrics brought to you by