| GWAR, the once mighty
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| Scumdogs of the Universe wallow in the filth that their lives have become.
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| Drug addicted, riddled with disease
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| They’re not dogs, they’re just scum…
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| Could they get a chance to change their fate
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| Destroy the things they’ve come to love with hate
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| Only time will tell…
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| I’m sick of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze,
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| I’d like to kill the Master, and start turning the screws
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| The sins of this planet have long since grown stale
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| We need to kill on a galactic scale
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| Forsaken by their cosmic master,
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| GWAR constantly schemes
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| For a way to escape Earth, realize their twisted dreams
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| Old men fly into space, GWAR cannot…
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| This re-occuring pattern of failure
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| Has fucked with them a lot
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| Get me the hell out of Dodge I’ll turn in my card at the Moose Lodge
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| But first let me settle my account at Blockbuster and bid fond adieu to my friend General Custer…
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| I scream to the heavens to split open wide and let loose a torrent
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| of death’s ghastly tide
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| The power of Chaos, there’s no reason why
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| We need a way to make everybody die…
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| The ancient legend of «The TimeBomb»,
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| an alien device which supposedly chronicled all time’s events
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| from the beginning-to the end.
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| If it could be deciphed by our bum, bling anti-heroes,
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| then the end of the world would come.
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| As to what this has to do with anything, I’m not really sure…
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| Out there the power is growing and it’s growing fast
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| Here the only thing growing is my big fat ass.
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| Sales are dropping, riffs are slopping
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| Can you smell the zits I’m popping
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| What the hell can we do?
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| We’ve done it all,
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| I’ve humped god’s nose
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| I’ve reeked of booze…
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| I’ve cancelled shows
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| Became everything that I despised And my own hell I recognize
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| But there’s just so many little bohabs and they’re always crowding
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| around begging me to suckle them and tie their mothers down
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| I will kill their girlfriends,
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| I will smoke their crack I become the pimp-daddy,
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| I become the Mack
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| But everyday I’m doing I’m dying deep inside
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| But I’m gonna tell ya something gonna give ya back your pride
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| So here’s a little thought that I had the other day
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| If we could blow the planet up We could just float away |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Escape From The Mooselodge , by - Gwar. Song from the album We Kill Everything (Uncensored), in the genre