Gwar
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Slaughterama

With our 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 trippy
Yes, that's it: it's a very 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 haircut 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 biggest 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!
Hey, what's on the other side of his face?
Is that a facelift?
Whoa! He's pulled that face clean off!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Help that sod outta' here

Gave up pussy, stopped doing toot
Now ya' can't wait to give someone 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 in a 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 existentialist fair
It's for the people who just don't care
Don't feel sorry for them
They've chosen their own path in life
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