Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lords and Masters, artist - Gwar. Date of issue: 17.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lords and Masters |
| As master of this mudball, I feed the fire high |
| With corpses of my victims, the beacon leaps alight! |
| A vision of the cosmos of a planet wracked in pain |
| Far off sensors detect chaos billions more are slain |
| We have thrown a party |
| The guests are set aflame |
| Create a blinding bleacon |
| One that shall proclaim: |
| GWAR lives! GWAR rules! |
| We scream towards the stars |
| We have counted all of them and claim them now as ours |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters of all we survey |
| The master sent us here |
| As penance for our crimes |
| I do believe we kicked his ass, |
| I do believe its time… |
| Can’t you see me from the void? |
| Can’t you feel my hate? |
| As my brothers rape and kill the cripples I create |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters of all we survey |
| Many have mocked us, many have died |
| Don’t need to succeed |
| So we don’t try |
| Destined to godhood to many’s dismay |
| Just lords and masters of all we survey |
| We reject our sentence, it’s far too cruel a fate |
| I’ll lure you in and take your ship and fly off with me mates |
| GWAR lives! GWAR rules! |
| We scream towards the stars |
| Return to the glory of Alpha Centari |
| We’re sick of playing bars! |
| Their innards bloat outwards just like swollen slugs |
| We inject their women and rape all their drugs |
| Embracing this hatred and all it entails |
| A bulging and bloated harvest of entrails |
| Many have mocked us, many have died |
| Don’t need to succeed |
| So we don’t try |
| Destined to godhood to many’s dismay |
| Just lords and masters of all we survey |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters |
| Lords and masters of all we survey |
| It couldn’t be more clear, its not fucking braille |
| A bloated and bleeding and bloody harvest of entrails |
| Squirming from my dick-slit, they look like shell-less snails! |
| Compared to my crimes, Hitler’s pale! |
| Compared to my crimes |
| Compared to my crimes |
| Hitler’s pale… |