Label: Metal Blade Records - 4-26807 • Format: Cassette Album • Country: US • Genre: Rock • Style: Thrash, Hard Rock
Lyrics Forum Tablatures Links Feedback. Search lyrics archive:. All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective owners and are provided for educational purposes only. All advertising proceeds are used to maintain its servers. Add to Favorites. Can you hear the whispering bet bet - Ceļš, Kuru Iet Over the I Have Some Lawyers - xTremLawyer - Good Morning Nemesis of your dying friends?
Did you know your life is mine? Maybe Most likely he'll be a crack-baby We infected his being with evil drugs So he would grow up and be a thug Destroy the planet, the world he will mug The human race will die and we will just shrug. Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail Mournful drone of babbling fail Thunderous gnashing firestorm Flames illuminate his form Gor-Gor comes and you must die Swats Fs from the sky Admit you crave the gift he brings you Fall worship tyrant king, you Gor-Gor!
Sow pestilent Home - Admiral Freebee - The Honey & The Knife It shall obliterate The shadows of your long dead brothers And all the mutilated others Who died in waves, uniform To appease your Taurus - Various - The Astrology Album hulking form Who broke through layers of moletn strata To make the planet earth errata Take the chuld in champing jaws A pulping pile of frothing flaws The Road Behind - Gwar - America Must Be Destroyed horrid mass shall give us pause At putrid rot fills gaping maws Gor-Gor!
Gor-Gor big! Skulls are smashed and bones are bending Joints are popping, our claws are rending Groveling, The Road Behind - Gwar - America Must Be Destroyeddriveling horde To worship scaly overlord Apocalypse becomes creation Gor-Gor shall erase the nation Before you jump into his gizzard Fall and worship tyrant Totemy - Będzie Dobrze Gor-Gor comes and you must die He swats the stealth down from the sky Admit you crave the gift he brings you Fall and worship tyrant king you Gor-Gor!
Mommies, I've been stealing your babies I gag the brat and then maybe I'll suck out his brain You know Dead kids, they're making me feel almost hard Go get one from the school yard He bled like a stuck pig [Chorus:] Have you seen me?
Have you seen me? Faggot and a corpse full of maggots I wanna blow cum not bag it Goddamnit I'm horny! Have you motherfucking seen me? Your covered in vile spew My filthy chunks are all over you My filthy filthy filthy chunks My filthy filthy filthy Rapist mentality! Teen Suicide!
Necro-bestial anal butt Яйца - XS Project - Запасное Колесо They smashed his face in the shit He writhed in his death throes At home we're bored Just got off another shitty tour Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy, he wont talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal Coffin filled with dirty needles [Chorus:] Blimey! What do you de when you feel like that? Bio-Mutant Sexy made Heave it down the balustrade Give it fish, tell it to run We indulge in naughty fun Sexy's flanks are torn and rent Slimey's on the rag again [Chorus] That's right folks, here in the Hall Of Human Hatred The Road Behind - Gwar - America Must Be Destroyed got some of your most inspired brethren, genocidal maniacs who carved their way through the history books straight into your hearts.
We got Caligula, mad emperor of Rome whose purges consumed thousands on his blazing altar of syphilis. Or how about Giles Lavalle, medieval crusader of Gods will whose search for the elixir of life led to the ritual satanic killings of thousands of Parisian youth.
Or Julius, religious despot, whose slaughter of the intelligentsia of Milan gave him the nickname of "The Warrior Pope" That's right, some of the greatest mass murderers in you sad, yet vibrant history, are here enshrined, impaled and pumped with agonizing life Tummys tingle, tongues a-mingle Forced extraction of corn-choked shingle Bristling amoeba hole matching cunt for every bowl Madly failing porno cow, get me on the road right now!
Well I'm traveling down the road And I'm carrying that heavy load I walk around in a stupor Sleazy, I cant do Pearl Jam - Ten show Hanging out backstage I'm in a homocidal rage I signed a million dollar contract I puked on every page Slaughtered half the crew Caused they ate the deli-tray Oh Baby hey Said I'd do the show but I Canceled anyway [Chorus:] You were road kill baby Till I scraped you in my arms Just another wattle flapping On the old turkey farm So baby