| Song | Slaughterama |
| Artist | GWAR |
| Album | Scumdogs of the Universe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gwar | |
| 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 wallowing. Tried to tell us "Give peace a chance." Met | |
| the National Guard and he shit in his pants. | |
| Its not your 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 | |
| Kent 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 know how. Follows the heard, just | |
| another cow. Brain full of shit, boots full of lead. Straight from Hitler's ass its 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. |
| zuo ci : Gwar | |
| 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 | |
| gutterslime 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 wallowing. Tried to tell us " Give peace a chance." Met | |
| the National Guard and he shit in his pants. | |
| Its not your 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 goofylooking. 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 | |
| Kent 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 artfag lying on his | |
| deathbed. Hello Mr. ArtFag, 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 facelift? 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 know how. Follows the heard, just | |
| another cow. Brain full of shit, boots full of lead. Straight from Hitler' s ass its 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. |
| zuò cí : Gwar | |
| 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 | |
| gutterslime 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 wallowing. Tried to tell us " Give peace a chance." Met | |
| the National Guard and he shit in his pants. | |
| Its not your 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 goofylooking. 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 | |
| Kent 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 artfag lying on his | |
| deathbed. Hello Mr. ArtFag, 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 facelift? 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 know how. Follows the heard, just | |
| another cow. Brain full of shit, boots full of lead. Straight from Hitler' s ass its 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. |