Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crack In The Egg , by - Gwar. Song from the album America Must Be Destroyed, in the genre Release date: 01.09.2008
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Crack In The Egg |
| So! |
| Ohhhhh! |
| The egg was spawned in our mutation pit |
| In the bowels of your world, it was grown |
| Feeding on the blood of your loin spawn |
| And all the filthy load that was blown |
| Now the time is right for its birth |
| And whatever it is shall stalk the earth |
| What it looks like, I care not |
| I just hope it kills a lot |
| Crack in the egg |
| Crack in the egg |
| The time is ripe |
| Crack in my pipe |
| Parasitical scum, you die so easily |
| But you always have sickened me |
| Your will enslaved, you grovel for more |
| Soon your bowels will litter the floor |
| Cannibalistic depravity |
| Bereft of all humanity |
| A fitting feast of abject insanity |
| A dark curtain before the last calamity |
| Crack in the egg |
| The time is ripe |
| Crack in the egg |
| Crack in my pipe |
| There is but one way to bring the egg life |
| Murder the innocent soul |
| Their fluids project as their nipples are flayed |
| Their skulls are fashioned into bowls |
| Your masses of humans are gagging in glee |
| Now you gape but you’ll soon be here with me |
| If you’re really lucky, I’ll vomit on thee |
| Shit in your stump and then bathe you in pee |
| Sunder your forms with my withering hacks |
| Mash up your face with my gauntleted smacks |
| Now bring me dead babies, let there be no lack! |
| I got a bunch of them here in my sack! |
| I slaughtered your daughters and mangled your sons |
| If we kill enough of them, Gor-Gor will come |
| The end of your race, we approach the hour |
| Gor-Gor will get a blood red baby shower |
| Bathe him in death to celebrate life |
| I’ll be the doctor and Beef, the midwife |
| But it takes so long, how can I cut slack? |
| Shoot that fucker up with some crack |
| Gor-Gor, see him inside his egg |
| Please come out, Gor-Gor of you I beg |
| Will he be a happy child? |
| Maybe… |
| More likely he’ll be a crack baby |
| We infected his being with evil drugs |
| So he would grow up and be a thug |
| Destroying this planet, the world he’ll mug |
| The human race will die and we’ll just shrug |
| SHRUG |