| If you look at it you’ll get drunk
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| Frothing mass of filthy chunk
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| Bloodshot eye and boiling spew
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| To kick the ass of punks like you
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| Seeking ancient wisdom, drinking with the gods
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| Rolling in the gutter, craving bloated bloody scrod
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| Where it came from none can say
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| Though they do so anyway
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| Memories of braincells lost
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| Promoting drunken holocaust
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| Try — to tame the fury of the Jagermonsta
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| Drinking, stinking, falling down
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| Acting like a fucking clown
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| A drunk who got what he deserved
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| At least his corpse is well-preserved
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| The Jagermonster comes to slay
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| By making you get drunk today
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| Then drive your car until it skids
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| Into a busload of retarded kids
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| Who burn alive, you drunken fuck and then get hit by another truck
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| Bleeding retards in the dirt
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| The funny things that you’re not hurt
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| The coops don’t come, you get away
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| You’ll live to drink another day…
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| Hooray! |
| Every stupid thing I do the Jagermonster tells me to Bring forth now the virgin, soon her flesh to flay
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| Oh, she’s not a virgin?
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| Still, we’ll kill her anyway
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| That means we can fuck her
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| And fuck her we will
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| Then we will go get drunk and find
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| Someone else to kill
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| Drunken vengence from the grave
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| Hooves are flailing, nailing slaves
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| Beware the power of the Jagermonster! |