[Verse 1: Narrator] GWAR, the once-mighty Scumdogs of the Universe Wallow in the filth that their lives have become Drug addicted, riddled with disease They're not dogs, they're just scum Could they get a chance to change their fate? Destroy the things they love with hate? Only time will tell
[Chorus: Oderus] I'm sick of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze I'd like to kill the Master, start turning screws The sins of this planet have long grown stale I need to kill on a galactic scale
[Verse 2: Narrator] Forsaken by their master GWAR constantly schemes For a way to escape Earth Fulfill their twisted dreams Old men fly into space GWAR cannot This reoccurring pattern of failure Has fucked with them a lot
[Chorus: Oderus] Get me the hell out of dodge I'll turn in my card at the mooselodge But let me settle my account at Blockbuster And bid fond adieu to my friend General Custer I scream to the heavens to split open wide And let loose torrents of death's ghastly tide The power of chaos, there's no reason why I need a way to make everybody die
[Bridge: Narrator] The ancient legend of "The Time Bomb" An alien artifact which supposedly chronicled all time's events From the beginning to the end
If it could be discovered and deciphered by our bumbling anti-heroes Then the end of the world would come
As to what this has to do with anything, I'm not really sure
[Oderus] Out there, the power is growing and it's growing fast Here, the only thing growing is my big fat ass Sales are dropping, riffs are slopping Can you smell the zits I'm popping? What the hell can we do?
[Chorus] We've done it all, I've humped God's nose I've reeked of booze, I've cancelled shows Became everything that I despised And my own hell, I recognize But there's just so many bohabs and they're always crowding 'round Begging me to suckle them and tie their mothers down I will kill their girlfriends, I will smoke their crack I become the pimp-daddy, I become the mack But everyday I'm doing it, I'm dying deep inside But let me tell ya something, gonna give ya back your pride So here's a little thought that I had the other day: If we could blow the planet up, we would just float away
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