Lyrics Slaughterama - Gwar

Slaughterama

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 for
which he’s been allowing.
Tried to tell us «Give peace a chance."Met
the National Guard and he shit in his pants.
Its not you imagination,
its not a bad trippie, yes thats him — Its the big smelly hippy!
Hello
Mr.Hippy, nice to meet ya.
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, ya gotta lay off that LSD y’know, kinda makes
your offspring goofy-looking.
So, how do ya 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 Penn State.
There’s nothing like hippy honey.
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.
Its
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, its 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.
Ahhhhh.
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.
Scream for him now
here’s the nazi skinhead.
Hello Mr. Nazi Skinhead how’ya doin'?
How’s
Geraldo’s nose?
Still broken?
Well it’s good to see ya still on the job.
Y’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.