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At home, we're bored Just got off another shitty tour Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy, he won't talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal Coffin filled
he be a happy child? Maybe Most likely he'll be a crack baby We infected his being with evil drugs So he would grow up and be a thug Destroy the planet
He's got plenty of drugs But he can't find his guitar Winds up drowning in puke Or with a needle hanging out of his arm This is plea for drugs This is
Well, I've been wearing a gilded lily Cunningly carved in a manner frilly To my design it was created No deviation was tolerated My gilded lily, he thinks
Can you hear the whispering wind Over the screams of your dying friends? Did you know your life is mine? You know what I got, ham on the bone A little
Gor-Gor, Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail Mournful drone of babbling fail Thunderous gnashing firestorm Flames illuminate his form Gor-Gor comes and you
This is the story of poor ole Tom He wakes, crusted in vomit He sobs, his bowels release His face is painted like a clown His face contorts in agony
I met her at a donkey show She was minutes past 13 Sucking on a cherry yoo hoo Reading 'Nugget' magazine Cum splattered tube-top Scrawny pre-pube tits
Teen suicide Necro-bestial anal butt sex, oh I got a couple of friends here Trained by the C.I.A. Special agents here To blow you the hell away Gwar
Into the valley we go To bliss the witch, she sucking Ultimate power, life's suck zonk zone Stands over you Squat launching you Humans squirm, stomachs
He's got plenty of drugs But he can't find his guitar Winds up drowning in puke Or with a needle hanging out of his arm This is plea for drugs This
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ترجمة: Gwar. لا بد من تدمير أمريكا.
ترجمة: Gwar. دمر.
At home we're bored Just got off another shitty tour Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy, he wont talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal Coffin filled
he be a happy child? Maybe Most likely he'll be a crack-baby We infected his being with evil drugs So he would grow up and be a thug Destroy the planet
