| Ahhh…
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| Now that the cosmic control tape is in my grasp, this band will play
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| anything I want perfectly the first time through…
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| And you know While I was sitting on the toilet the other day I wrote
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| this ditty and I though you guys, like, might like to play it for me,
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| cause I am Techno Destructo and I can out-fight, out-fuck, and out-fart
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| any of you lame-ass motherfuckin’rock stars… Cause I am Techno
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| Destructo, and I come from beyond Venus, beyond Jupiter, and that’s
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| way past Uranus, buddy. |
| And I come from here with a mission…
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| Give up the decadent rock and roll lifestyle and join me and the Master
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| in a holy jihad to rid the universe of his deadly enemies.
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| GWAR will serve the Master… or GWAR will die!
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| I’m the walking nightmare with the microchip brain
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| A megaton bufferin to forever end your pain
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| When it comes to taking life I’m the cosmic leach
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| I’ll make World War III seem like Sunday at the beach!!!
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| Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the massive Pukeoplex
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| Organized Death Arena, where tonight we’ve got that intergalactic potato
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| masher Techno Destructo facing off against Oderus Urungus and Irish
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| Kid in a no holds barred… Woah! |
| They haven’t even shaken hands and
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| Oderus has been pounded in the nuts with a Marshall stack… What’s Techno
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| doing? |
| He’s breaking open his skull! |
| He’s. |
| he’s… he’s making a meal
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| out of Oderus’s brain!!!
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| I can’t comprehend on how you get your thrills
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| Dicing up worms and making love to roadkill
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| The decadence of you lives was just as clear as glass
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| Now it’s broken into shards I can shove into your ass! |