How inquisitive I'm delighted You've inquired Who the hell I am
Allow me to elucidate Perhaps pontificate Upon the state of my most Great and perfect plan
[Verse 1] I am he who has been him back when man Swam Pangean seas as aquatic apes I am he who has been her As she once bled the world With the words of psychotic fate While GWAR slept, I kept their minds content To give their flesh consent To my everloving seed Undying research has given to death, rebirth The tools of urban science to fight Most faceless enemies
[Bridge 1] Who do you think you're up against Some chaotic stupidity? I'll show you conflict management by my extensive Supergeniosity
Inventions of my secret lab (The Homogenizer) It studies the species Bohab (Homo cum sum a tor) What is it that makes the ideal man? Bravado? Machismo? Is it something secreted from a gland? It's called Jizmoglobin
If death to you is a bore And life is just so slack Consider becoming a whore To the lesson of the past
[Bridge 2] The end of all time after time after time Has left the world wanting for new hopes and fears Well I have produced a new product line With cryptic truth too horrible to hear
We've got the guts to face Skulhed We've got the guts to face Skulhed We've got the guts...
Words that healed, legends that have taught Oral traditions both fought for and lost Secrets of success, shouts filled with hate Documents declaring freedoms of state
I bleed humanity, figurines of history I weave tragedy in tapestries of infamy But I can't deny it always was such Oh no, nada, nein, non, nyet, nix, not! Pathetically beautiful I was once then Ruled peaceful planets, sublime Before sin
[Verse 2] It's so easy to not see The obvious enemy To put your problems on I've been sick of it all along And now the ultimate morph Into powers that will dwarf The sum of every nation And all known information
If you can't stand it the way I have planned it I'll export you off the Earth, sell ya for all you're worth Your enemy will have a face, traitor of the human race As you're shipped off to the innermost reaches of outer space
Ahh, yes! The best I possibly can be Applause for me The insidiously "live" spelled backwards Mister, Doctor, Professor! Skulhedface!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
