Here's a little something from a God to a slave,
I never should of been let out the f*cking microwave!
We're on this planet and we're running a muck,
I should give a shit but I don't give a f*ck!
Ever since I was a scumdog, I blew a cum-wad.
I need a mother-f*cking suckadickalickalong!
Burning a mall or two, blowing the load I spew.
You don't wanna f*cking f*ck me? I'll F*ck you!
This is your ass, and I'm in it.
My man sexy will f*ck you up in a minuet.
With an axe, sword, mace, pike your limbless.
Then I'll f*ck your ass till its rimless!
[Chorus:]
Oh! You humans always screaming!
Oh! As you suckle on my semen!
Oh! And the shit is always steamin'
A drunk, a pervert, a junkie and a sodimizer.
But you can call me the salaminizer
Give unto give unto give unto give unto
My life is a luxury, so filled with hate.
I got fifty slaves heaping maggots on my plate.
From my fortress in Antarctica I watch the world die
On my Sony Trinitron that's switched to channel 5.
Back on the road, its no lie....
Stupid f*cking humans pay money to die!
Crushed in the pit, nailed to the stage
I only suck the souls that are underage.
[Repeat Chorus]
Gwar - Scumdogs Album Lyrics
Gwar - Scumdogs Lyrics
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Maggots
Vile forms of Necros lie rotting my mind
Feasting like maggots - maggots in flesh
So left your ruined cortex behind
Now the maggot knows glee as it nibbles on your spine!
[Chorus:]
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling like rain!
Putrid pus-pools vomit blubonic plague
The bowels of the beast reek of puke
How to describe such vileness on the page
World maggot waits for the end of the age!
[Chorus]
Beneath a sky of maggots I walked
Until those maggots began to fall
I gaped at God to receive my gift
Bathed in maggots till the planet shit
[Repeat chorus a lot]
Feasting like maggots - maggots in flesh
So left your ruined cortex behind
Now the maggot knows glee as it nibbles on your spine!
[Chorus:]
Maggots! Maggots!
Maggots are falling like rain!
Putrid pus-pools vomit blubonic plague
The bowels of the beast reek of puke
How to describe such vileness on the page
World maggot waits for the end of the age!
[Chorus]
Beneath a sky of maggots I walked
Until those maggots began to fall
I gaped at God to receive my gift
Bathed in maggots till the planet shit
[Repeat chorus a lot]
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Sick Of You
Your socks they smell,
Your feet they stink,
You never take a bath.
Your nose it runs,
You bust your buns,
You always finish last.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Your face is gross,
You eat white toast,
You don't know what to do.
It's just your luck,
You really suck,
That's all
I'm sick of you
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
(Bring it down, I said bring it down! Thank you)
Don't ya know?
So sick of you.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Human filth.. Sick!
Your feet they stink,
You never take a bath.
Your nose it runs,
You bust your buns,
You always finish last.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Your face is gross,
You eat white toast,
You don't know what to do.
It's just your luck,
You really suck,
That's all
I'm sick of you
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
(Bring it down, I said bring it down! Thank you)
Don't ya know?
So sick of you.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Human filth.. Sick!
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Slaughterama
[Sang by Sleazy P.]
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 that 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 allowing.
Tried to tell us "Give peace a chance."
Met the National Guard and he shit in his pants.
It's not you imagination, it's not a bad trippie, yes that's him -
It's the big smelly hippy!
Hello Mr.Hippy, nice to meet you.
Hey, got a little shit between your toes.
How's things at the ol' manure factory?
How's little Tofu? What!?
She grew another head?
Well, you gotta lay off that LSD you 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 answer wasn't in time,
you're gonna have to put your mouth on this.
Whoa! I blew your head clean off.
Good thing I was such an expert shot with the National Guard back in Kent State.*
There's nothing like hippie hunting.
My dad always use to take me with Lee Harvey Oswald.
All right, we're rocking now.
Worlds biggest hair,
worlds tightest pants got no circulation but you still can't dance.
Fashion is a statement and sometimes a risk.
Every fashion had its faults, but yours is the pits.
Always in black, looks like he's dead -
Here's the art-fag lying on his death-bed.
Hello Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here.
Say, what a hairdo. It's awfully big.
As big as the.. the..
the Hindenburg and it will 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 looking at him!
Oh, Oderus help the boy with his hairdo there.... ooh, it's getting ripped off.
Ow, you know that's gotta hurt.
Hey, what's Oderus trying to do with his face?
Is that a face-lift?
No, he's pulling that face clean off.
Ah. Help that sod outta here..
Gave up pussy, stopped to a toot.
Now you can't wait to give someone the boot.
Elbows and knuckles, all you knows how.
Follows the heard, just another cow.
Brain full of shit, boots full of lead.
Straight from Hitler's ass it's a Nazi skinhead.
Hello Mr.Nazi Skinhead how you doin'?
How's Geraldo's nose? Still broken?
Well it's good to see you still on the job.
You know when you're mugging talk show commentators in bathrooms,
always remember to draw the swastika turning to the right,
not to the left, always to the right.
Why do Nazi skinheads wear red suspenders anyway?
He doesn't have to tell you.
Time to give this Nazi skinhead one more haircut,
real close to the shoulders like.
Whoa! His heads been decapitated.
Look at all that PSI in he aorta artery.
Whoa! Is he a gusher or what?
Well, ladies and gentlemen that's all for this week.
We've killed everyone worth killing, hope you do the same.
We'll be back next week for another edition of Slaughterama.
It's full of existential despair.
It's full of people who just don't care.
Don't feel sorry for them.
They've chosen there own pathetic life.
[*Kent state refers to the protest at Kent state on May 4th, 1970 over the bombing of Cambodia. Members of the National Guard opened fire on demonstrators who were unarmed.]
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 that 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 allowing.
Tried to tell us "Give peace a chance."
Met the National Guard and he shit in his pants.
It's not you imagination, it's not a bad trippie, yes that's him -
It's the big smelly hippy!
Hello Mr.Hippy, nice to meet you.
Hey, got a little shit between your toes.
How's things at the ol' manure factory?
How's little Tofu? What!?
She grew another head?
Well, you gotta lay off that LSD you 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 answer wasn't in time,
you're gonna have to put your mouth on this.
Whoa! I blew your head clean off.
Good thing I was such an expert shot with the National Guard back in Kent State.*
There's nothing like hippie hunting.
My dad always use to take me with Lee Harvey Oswald.
All right, we're rocking now.
Worlds biggest hair,
worlds tightest pants got no circulation but you still can't dance.
Fashion is a statement and sometimes a risk.
Every fashion had its faults, but yours is the pits.
Always in black, looks like he's dead -
Here's the art-fag lying on his death-bed.
Hello Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here.
Say, what a hairdo. It's awfully big.
As big as the.. the..
the Hindenburg and it will 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 looking at him!
Oh, Oderus help the boy with his hairdo there.... ooh, it's getting ripped off.
Ow, you know that's gotta hurt.
Hey, what's Oderus trying to do with his face?
Is that a face-lift?
No, he's pulling that face clean off.
Ah. Help that sod outta here..
Gave up pussy, stopped to a toot.
Now you can't wait to give someone the boot.
Elbows and knuckles, all you knows how.
Follows the heard, just another cow.
Brain full of shit, boots full of lead.
Straight from Hitler's ass it's a Nazi skinhead.
Hello Mr.Nazi Skinhead how you doin'?
How's Geraldo's nose? Still broken?
Well it's good to see you still on the job.
You know when you're mugging talk show commentators in bathrooms,
always remember to draw the swastika turning to the right,
not to the left, always to the right.
Why do Nazi skinheads wear red suspenders anyway?
He doesn't have to tell you.
Time to give this Nazi skinhead one more haircut,
real close to the shoulders like.
Whoa! His heads been decapitated.
Look at all that PSI in he aorta artery.
Whoa! Is he a gusher or what?
Well, ladies and gentlemen that's all for this week.
We've killed everyone worth killing, hope you do the same.
We'll be back next week for another edition of Slaughterama.
It's full of existential despair.
It's full of people who just don't care.
Don't feel sorry for them.
They've chosen there own pathetic life.
[*Kent state refers to the protest at Kent state on May 4th, 1970 over the bombing of Cambodia. Members of the National Guard opened fire on demonstrators who were unarmed.]
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Years Without Light
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 know what its like, yes you never could possibly understand.
I would you would.
What it means to stand where I stand;
Atop a heap of heads and hands.
Now its time to divide the line, to make up what's left of mind.
Now you know, you know its almost time.
Your world, your doom, your life, your destiny.
To live for GWAR and die, die, die for me.
You must not let them stop what you do,
You may be destroyed before I enter you
And you will do as I tell you to.
The years without light.
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 know what its like, yes you never could possibly understand.
I would you would.
What it means to stand where I stand;
Atop a heap of heads and hands.
Now its time to divide the line, to make up what's left of mind.
Now you know, you know its almost time.
Your world, your doom, your life, your destiny.
To live for GWAR and die, die, die for me.
You must not let them stop what you do,
You may be destroyed before I enter you
And you will do as I tell you to.
The years without light.
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
King Queen
One thing that I know:
That everywhere I f*cking go
People writhe with piles of corpses,
Rotting on there down below.
And they all beg forgiveness.
And so you know I will give them this.
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!
Living in the future now,
Y'know I'm moving much too fast.
I feel like I'm dying even though I'm living in the past.
And this immortal coil
You know that it will always last.
And now I think I'll have to sing about the death and horror that I bring:
Gay apparel I put it on, put it on
Sucking the marrow.
And as you die I sing this song.
Oh! How shocking, how dare you.
Dare to die before I'm through.
Supposed I'll have to resurrect you
And bathe your bowels in boiling spew.
Now its time, almost time.
Now its time to...
I'm gazing at you broken bones.
I feel lost and so forlorn.
Another death, another mess,
Another shroud that I have worn.
Another box that I begin,
Another grave you'll soon be in.
I concentrate the lovely hate.
But you're looking kinda thin.
King Queen, King Queen, its so obscene. [x2]
Infinite ruin!
Life falls down.
Look at me spewing.
You begged me to come to this town.
When your clubs crushed and you friends are dead,
Then you'll remember just-a what I said:
I'm the qeeniest being that there ever has been.
Dare you tempt the wrath?
The wrath of old King Queen?
Now it's time, almost time.
Now it's time to die!
When your clubs crushed and your friends are dead,
Then you'll remember just-a what I said: [x2]
I'm the queenliest being that there ever has been [x3]
Dare you tempt the wrath?
The wrath of old King Queen?
Crush you like bug - Smash steel and stone.
Obliterate, dominate.
Call this planet home.
King Queen. King Queen. [x3]
That everywhere I f*cking go
People writhe with piles of corpses,
Rotting on there down below.
And they all beg forgiveness.
And so you know I will give them this.
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!
Living in the future now,
Y'know I'm moving much too fast.
I feel like I'm dying even though I'm living in the past.
And this immortal coil
You know that it will always last.
And now I think I'll have to sing about the death and horror that I bring:
Gay apparel I put it on, put it on
Sucking the marrow.
And as you die I sing this song.
Oh! How shocking, how dare you.
Dare to die before I'm through.
Supposed I'll have to resurrect you
And bathe your bowels in boiling spew.
Now its time, almost time.
Now its time to...
I'm gazing at you broken bones.
I feel lost and so forlorn.
Another death, another mess,
Another shroud that I have worn.
Another box that I begin,
Another grave you'll soon be in.
I concentrate the lovely hate.
But you're looking kinda thin.
King Queen, King Queen, its so obscene. [x2]
Infinite ruin!
Life falls down.
Look at me spewing.
You begged me to come to this town.
When your clubs crushed and you friends are dead,
Then you'll remember just-a what I said:
I'm the qeeniest being that there ever has been.
Dare you tempt the wrath?
The wrath of old King Queen?
Now it's time, almost time.
Now it's time to die!
When your clubs crushed and your friends are dead,
Then you'll remember just-a what I said: [x2]
I'm the queenliest being that there ever has been [x3]
Dare you tempt the wrath?
The wrath of old King Queen?
Crush you like bug - Smash steel and stone.
Obliterate, dominate.
Call this planet home.
King Queen. King Queen. [x3]
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Horror Of Yig
"Horror is a face, and you must make a friend of horror horror
and moral terror are your friends and they are not.
that they are your enimies the horror"
[from "Apocalypse Now"]
I saw Yig. Yig saw me.
We're together in dark concavity.
I saw Yig. He's so big. He smokes cigs.
Eats just like a pig.
Ooooohhhhhh! I saw Yig. I saw Yig. I saw, I saw Yig!
Yig now is shifting his gibbering mass.
He hides boils with maggots.
The pus-sac extrudes.
The horror that is Yig...
When he rapes your mind, your mind will snap like a twig.
Shaping and raping, his conscience is clear.
Infest - black death.
Spreads hate and foul cheer.
The horror, The HORROR!
Where Yig doth tread no man tread tomorrow.
Reeking death harvest of humans in hatred.
Suck on the shitbag of what you created,
What we created. Yig now in coming, Yig now is here.
Yig now he makes things impossibly queer.
Piles of maggots
Clouds of flies
Putrid breath
And bulging eyes.
Yig comes and you die, you all die.
and moral terror are your friends and they are not.
that they are your enimies the horror"
[from "Apocalypse Now"]
I saw Yig. Yig saw me.
We're together in dark concavity.
I saw Yig. He's so big. He smokes cigs.
Eats just like a pig.
Ooooohhhhhh! I saw Yig. I saw Yig. I saw, I saw Yig!
Yig now is shifting his gibbering mass.
He hides boils with maggots.
The pus-sac extrudes.
The horror that is Yig...
When he rapes your mind, your mind will snap like a twig.
Shaping and raping, his conscience is clear.
Infest - black death.
Spreads hate and foul cheer.
The horror, The HORROR!
Where Yig doth tread no man tread tomorrow.
Reeking death harvest of humans in hatred.
Suck on the shitbag of what you created,
What we created. Yig now in coming, Yig now is here.
Yig now he makes things impossibly queer.
Piles of maggots
Clouds of flies
Putrid breath
And bulging eyes.
Yig comes and you die, you all die.
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Vlad The Impaler
[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
Whoaaoo
He stepped back and he smoked a joint
Twenty thousand peasants had to get the point
Mommy was a hamster,
Daddy was a jailer
Real tough childhood for such a f*cking failure
[chorus]
He's so glad he's Vlad
When he was a boy, they sent him to the Turks
But you know they didn't like him because all the Turks were jerks
When Vlad returned home his wrath for his ancient foe had spurned
But the ancient art of impalement was something that the boy had learned
Oh, how he learned
He learned, they burned and burned and burned
Rotisseries of corpses turned
He's so glad, oh he's so glad he's Vlad
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
Whoaaoo
He stepped back and he smoked a joint
Twenty thousand peasants had to get the point
Mommy was a hamster,
Daddy was a jailer
Real tough childhood for such a f*cking failure
[chorus]
He's so glad he's Vlad
When he was a boy, they sent him to the Turks
But you know they didn't like him because all the Turks were jerks
When Vlad returned home his wrath for his ancient foe had spurned
But the ancient art of impalement was something that the boy had learned
Oh, how he learned
He learned, they burned and burned and burned
Rotisseries of corpses turned
He's so glad, oh he's so glad he's Vlad
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Black And Huge
You know I'm totally flaccid
I'm just a limp mega-prick
You know I'm looking for
A stupid white chick.
Because I'm BLACK UNT HUGE
All the women hate me
In the porno booth.
And now I see you
You're there on the ground
and now you know yeah
I'm raising a mound
I'm going to got to
Make you erupt
If I could just get out of my cup.
I'm just a limp mega-prick
You know I'm looking for
A stupid white chick.
Because I'm BLACK UNT HUGE
All the women hate me
In the porno booth.
And now I see you
You're there on the ground
and now you know yeah
I'm raising a mound
I'm going to got to
Make you erupt
If I could just get out of my cup.
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Love Surgery
Yes you are
Your flesh is insignificant...
Still you drag yourself here on bloody stumps I recreate you amputate you
You defile my womb hahahahahaha
However weak it still appealing
Sights to send senses reeling
To see your nipples stripped from you
Tossed into my human stew
[Chorus:]
That's why you came to me...
You were begging for love surgery
It's the way - the way its got to be
It's called love surgery
Punks and priest, yeah they're all in there
A beggars bludgeoned with their shinwear
Bubbling cauldron choked with ichor
Well I must think of something sicker
[Chorus]
Anticipate the nipple rape
Dish is almost done
The child has died, he must be fried
You humans are the same inside
Now the cauldron starts to boil I can feel my anus heave
The undergarment start to soil
And now I know its time to leave
When a demi-God blows bloody sperm
It does not stop, it starts to worm
And you shall achieve a maggot spunge-hole effect
Ohhh Scary
Your flesh is insignificant...
Still you drag yourself here on bloody stumps I recreate you amputate you
You defile my womb hahahahahaha
However weak it still appealing
Sights to send senses reeling
To see your nipples stripped from you
Tossed into my human stew
[Chorus:]
That's why you came to me...
You were begging for love surgery
It's the way - the way its got to be
It's called love surgery
Punks and priest, yeah they're all in there
A beggars bludgeoned with their shinwear
Bubbling cauldron choked with ichor
Well I must think of something sicker
[Chorus]
Anticipate the nipple rape
Dish is almost done
The child has died, he must be fried
You humans are the same inside
Now the cauldron starts to boil I can feel my anus heave
The undergarment start to soil
And now I know its time to leave
When a demi-God blows bloody sperm
It does not stop, it starts to worm
And you shall achieve a maggot spunge-hole effect
Ohhh Scary
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Death Pod
Death Pod comes from the sky - it does
Through the space, through the stone
Where the Master grows his clones
Where the legions wage eternal war
We were born in this place
Slaughtering race after race
We were part of
The Scumdogs of the
Universe
[Chorus:]
Hey Hey! Hey Hey! Hey Hey! Hey Hey!
The Death Pod is leaving
The Death Pods dismissed
The Death Pod is coming
The Death Pod is pissed
Death Pod comes from the sky - it does
The Master he gave us tools to despoil all he ruled
Plasma cannons spewing death on anything that dared protrude
But we craved for power, the wars been getting sour
The Pod was built, millions kilt, and something that could kick my ass
[Chorus]
Sucking the scrod, blowing my wad
Blowing my wad all over God Dismissed!
Foolish mortal you didn't barge in on the power of the Death Pod did ya?
Huh, huh? Well now you shall receive:
The heat-seeking moister missile Death Pod comes from the sky - it does
The day it came, the blood was rain
We harvested eternal pain
The battle raged for a billion years
But through the burning corpses pall
It was revealed that GWAR would fall
And were banished to this miserable mudball planet.
[Chorus]
Through the space, through the stone
Where the Master grows his clones
Where the legions wage eternal war
We were born in this place
Slaughtering race after race
We were part of
The Scumdogs of the
Universe
[Chorus:]
Hey Hey! Hey Hey! Hey Hey! Hey Hey!
The Death Pod is leaving
The Death Pods dismissed
The Death Pod is coming
The Death Pod is pissed
Death Pod comes from the sky - it does
The Master he gave us tools to despoil all he ruled
Plasma cannons spewing death on anything that dared protrude
But we craved for power, the wars been getting sour
The Pod was built, millions kilt, and something that could kick my ass
[Chorus]
Sucking the scrod, blowing my wad
Blowing my wad all over God Dismissed!
Foolish mortal you didn't barge in on the power of the Death Pod did ya?
Huh, huh? Well now you shall receive:
The heat-seeking moister missile Death Pod comes from the sky - it does
The day it came, the blood was rain
We harvested eternal pain
The battle raged for a billion years
But through the burning corpses pall
It was revealed that GWAR would fall
And were banished to this miserable mudball planet.
[Chorus]
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Sexecutioner
[Sang by Sexecutioner]
Sexcuse me, but what-a good is all the violence in the world unless
it is toppled with limitless sex?
Bring out the limitless sex-object and allow me,
Sexecutioner to sexplain the seriousness of this subject,
now if you all will attend to my words you will see....
I'm a naughty fellow
In fact I'm certainly not too very mellow I came to this place
to rearrange you face
[Chorus:]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sexcellent!
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sexcuse me!
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ho-ho-ho-ha
So you think you are all very smart
That you know many words
All you need to know
For the rest of your life
Sexecutioner
Sexecutioner
I'm Sexecuting ya Sexecutioner
[Chorus]
I am from France
([Slymenstra]-He is from France)
And when you are in France,
You pull down you pants
([Slymenstra]-You pull down your pants)
And when you on your knees
([Slymenstra]-When your on your knees)
You will do as I please
([Slymenstra]-You'll do as he pleases)
Red Rover - bend over
And let Sexy take over
Sexcuse me, but what-a good is all the violence in the world unless
it is toppled with limitless sex?
Bring out the limitless sex-object and allow me,
Sexecutioner to sexplain the seriousness of this subject,
now if you all will attend to my words you will see....
I'm a naughty fellow
In fact I'm certainly not too very mellow I came to this place
to rearrange you face
[Chorus:]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sexcellent!
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sexcuse me!
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ho-ho-ho-ha
So you think you are all very smart
That you know many words
All you need to know
For the rest of your life
Sexecutioner
Sexecutioner
I'm Sexecuting ya Sexecutioner
[Chorus]
I am from France
([Slymenstra]-He is from France)
And when you are in France,
You pull down you pants
([Slymenstra]-You pull down your pants)
And when you on your knees
([Slymenstra]-When your on your knees)
You will do as I please
([Slymenstra]-You'll do as he pleases)
Red Rover - bend over
And let Sexy take over
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Cool Place To Park
[Sang by Beefcake, Only on CD version]
Frozen it time.
We watched as you grew.
Now the ice is gone.
And now, we travel on -
Seems like forever.
Y'know we're look for...
We can't find cool cool cool place to park
Old Medusa with her gorgon braids
She invites us to her promenade
Driving in our death-machines
A thousand years or more
Around and around and around and around the block
Y'know we're looking for
A cool place to park
Satan's sow is honking
Hera's slowly creeping nymphs in my back seat
all dripping on my naugahyde please let me find a COOL PLACE TO PARK!
humanity is in my way your golden arches and your shopping malls
remind us you must fall down down fall down fall down cool park cool park
[repeated alot]
Frozen it time.
We watched as you grew.
Now the ice is gone.
And now, we travel on -
Seems like forever.
Y'know we're look for...
We can't find cool cool cool place to park
Old Medusa with her gorgon braids
She invites us to her promenade
Driving in our death-machines
A thousand years or more
Around and around and around and around the block
Y'know we're looking for
A cool place to park
Satan's sow is honking
Hera's slowly creeping nymphs in my back seat
all dripping on my naugahyde please let me find a COOL PLACE TO PARK!
humanity is in my way your golden arches and your shopping malls
remind us you must fall down down fall down fall down cool park cool park
[repeated alot]
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Scumdogs of the Universe is the second album by American satirical heavy metal band Gwar. The album is their first album on Metal Blade Records and was released on January 8, 1990. To date, it is the band's best-selling album.[citation needed]
A deluxe 30th anniversary box set of Scumdogs was released in August 2020, with remixed and remastered audio by producer Ronan Chris Murphy, as well as an exclusive cassette containing rehearsal demos and previously unreleased tracks. Those that pre-ordered the box set received a digital download of the remastered album on August 7, 2020, with the first single, "Maggots", being made publicly available the same day. The remaster saw a wide release on October 30, 2020.
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GwarA deluxe 30th anniversary box set of Scumdogs was released in August 2020, with remixed and remastered audio by producer Ronan Chris Murphy, as well as an exclusive cassette containing rehearsal demos and previously unreleased tracks. Those that pre-ordered the box set received a digital download of the remastered album on August 7, 2020, with the first single, "Maggots", being made publicly available the same day. The remaster saw a wide release on October 30, 2020.
Genre(s): Heavy metal, crossover thrash, thrash metal, comedy rock
Producer(s): Ron Goudie, Hypo Luxa, Hermes Pan
Length: 51:55
Released: January 8th, 1990
Year: 1990