Тексты песен «Gwar»

Well I'm traveling down the road And I'm carrying that heavy load I walk around in a stupor Sleazy, I cant do the show Hanging out backstage I'm in a homocidal rage I signed a million dollar contract I puked on...

Here's a little something from a God to a slave, I never should of been let out the fucking microwave! We're on this planet and we're running a muck, I should give a shit but I don't give a fuck! Ever since I was a...

In the keep of GWAR, much torment remains Despite of the bodies hacked in twain So many had died in the viscous campaign That their femurs alone made a fine mountain The master was no longer GWAR's sovereign Of wealth...

"The UberKlaw" Debaser of ancient debacles Shattered worlds, twisted fables Dark soothsayer of worlds unclean Black blood boils as I vent my spleen Obliteration My destiny A worm-gnawed skull Stares back at me The...

He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie When he puts it on it gives him such a woodie Zit-scarred and unpopular He's at the show alone Running his mouth to no one at all Later he cries bitter tears He met his idol and...

Bring forth those we have granted life So that they... Must die Death! Death to life! Break him - break him on the wheel Death! Death to life! Worlds I have destroyed Gods I have annoyed Hatred...

Scanning the crowd. Defiling the writhing masses. I saw your death, Impaled on iron fences. Your fate was sealed. Your doom, to died on TV Because your death, your bloody death will never please me. You don't...

I'm the manager with the mostest I clear the profits from the concert grosses I make it snow up GWAR noses, so now they follow me like I'm Moses I'm not a Jew but God has chose us So now I'm sitting on the riches of...

I'm the manager with the mostest I clear the profits from the concert grosses I make it snow up GWAR noses, so now they follow me like I'm Moses I'm not a Jew but God has chose us So now I'm sitting on the riches of...

"Tick-Tits" Lets go Tick-tits! Well have you seen her tits? When they are covered in ticks It's shit like that That makes monks shag their wicks Say have you seen her ticks? Sucking on her tits? Not even dog-tits are...

Sun goes down, bodies on the ground. Swollen with pus, I shall further expound. As the vultures swirl, the batons twirl. We've come for your entrails. And now it's time for death. And now it's time, Death's mime is...

Sun goes down, bodies on the ground. Swollen with pus, I shall further expound. As the vultures swirl, the batons twirl. We've come for your entrails. And now it's time for death. And now it's time, Death's mime is...

Tor... Tormentor... Born into the fog of war It left a scar He watched his family turn to sludge He was appalled, they often are Because Here are the skulls of the vanquished Here are the weapons he used The more...

[Sang by Scroda Moon] YOU! Screwed it all up, Ruined everything for everyone. YOU! Won't even admit that it was all your fault. WHOAH! The self indulgent ego will bring you down where ever you go. All the hopes...

My life is in a rut, I need a good kick in the butt! My mind meets the Hand of Doom--Dontcha know--He's in this room!!! U-ain't-shit-until!! U learn how to rock!!! Where's my fuckin' axe? Don't need no shit...

Debaser of ancient debacles Shattered worlds, twisted fables Dark soothsayer of worlds unclean Black blood boils as I vent my spleen Obliteration, my destiny A worm gnawed skull stares back at me The death it shall...

[Chorus:] Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the impaler Vlad, Vlad, He could have been a sailor but he's Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the impaler Vlad, Vlad, He could have been a Whaler could have been a Tailor, He turned out to be Norman...

Chorus: Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the impaler Vlad, Vlad, He could have been a sailor but he's Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the impaler Vlad, Vlad, He could have been a Whaler Could have been a Tailor, He turned out to be Norman Mailer...

They came from the sun From the east, from the west all around So fate's die is cast They marshaled their forces and found us at last So, it's come to this The child is the destroyer The young god comes to slay War...

I hear your piteous shrieking In this valley of death Of boils and bees and RPG's And piles of prisoners masturbated on Now you are on fire You curse the choice you made Your Humvee a pyre your life to expire Your face...