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GWAR, the once mighty Scumdogs of the Universe |
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wallow in the filth that their lives have become. |
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Drug addicted, riddled with disease |
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They're not dogs, they're just scum... |
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Could they get a chance to change their fate |
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Destroy the things they've come to love with hate |
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Only time will tell... |
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I'm sick of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze, |
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I'd like to kill the Master, and start turning the screws |
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The sins of this planet have long since grown stale |
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We need to kill on a galactic scale |
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Forsaken by their cosmic master, GWAR constantly schemes |
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For a way to escape Earth, realize their twisted dreams |
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Old men fly into space, GWAR cannot... |
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This re-occuring pattern of failure |
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Has ****ed with them a lot |
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Get me the hell out of Dodge |
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I'll turn in my card at the Moose Lodge |
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But first let me settle my account at Blockbuster |
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and bid fond adieu to my friend General Custer... |
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I scream to the heavens to split open wide |
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and let loose a torrent of death's ghastly tide |
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The power of Chaos, there's no reason why |
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We need a way to make everybody die... |
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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 |
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bum,bling anti-heroes, then the end of the world would come. As to what this has to do |
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with anything, I'm not really sure... |
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Out there the power is growing and it's growing fast |
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Here the only thing growing is my big fat ass. |
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Sales are dropping, riffs are slopping |
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Can you smell the zits I'm popping |
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What the hell can we do? |
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We've done it all, I've humped god's nose |
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I've reeked of booze... |
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I've cancelled shows |
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Became everything that I despised |
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And my own hell I recognize |
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But there's just so many little |
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bohabs and they're always crowding around |
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begging me to suckle them and tie their mothers down |
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I will kill their girlfriends, I will smoke their crack |
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I become the pimp-daddy, I become the Mack |
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But everyday I'm doing I'm dying deep inside |
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But I'm gonna tell ya something |
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gonna give ya back your pride |
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So here's a little thought that I had the other day |
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If we could blow the planet up |
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We could just float away |