Song | Lords and Masters |
Artist | GWAR |
Album | Lust in Space |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brockie, Derks, Orr, Roberts ... | |
As master of this mudball, | |
I feed the fire high | |
With corpses of my victims, the beacon leaps alight! | |
A vision of the cosmos of a planet wracked in pain | |
Far off sensors detect chaos billions more are slain | |
We have thrown a party | |
The guests are set aflame | |
Create a blinding bleacon | |
One that shall proclaim: | |
GWAR lives! | |
GWAR rules! | |
We scream towards the stars | |
We have counted all of them and claim them now as ours | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
The master sent us here | |
As penance for our crimes | |
I do believe we kicked his ass, | |
I do believe its time... | |
Can't you see me from the void? | |
Can't you feel my hate? | |
As my brothers rape and kill the cripples | |
I create Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
Many have mocked us, many have died | |
Don't need to succeed | |
So we don't try | |
Destined to godhood to many's dismay | |
Just lords and masters of all we survey | |
We reject our sentence, it's far too cruel a fate | |
I'll lure you in and take your ship and fly off with me mates | |
GWAR lives! | |
GWAR rules! | |
We scream towards the stars | |
Return to the glory of | |
Alpha Centari | |
We're sick of playing bars! | |
Their innards bloat outwards just like swollen slugs | |
We inject their women and rape all their drugs | |
Embracing this hatred and all it entails | |
A bulging and bloated harvest of entrails | |
Many have mocked us, many have died | |
Don't need to succeed | |
So we don't try | |
Destined to godhood to many's dismay | |
Just lords and masters of all we survey | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
It couldn't be more clear, its not ****ing braille | |
A bloated and bleeding and bloody harvest of entrails | |
Squirming from my dick-slit, they look like shell-less snails! | |
Compared to my crimes, | |
Hitler's pale! | |
Compared to my crimes | |
Compared to my crimes | |
Hitler's pale.. |
zuo qu : Brockie, Derks, Orr, Roberts ... | |
As master of this mudball, | |
I feed the fire high | |
With corpses of my victims, the beacon leaps alight! | |
A vision of the cosmos of a planet wracked in pain | |
Far off sensors detect chaos billions more are slain | |
We have thrown a party | |
The guests are set aflame | |
Create a blinding bleacon | |
One that shall proclaim: | |
GWAR lives! | |
GWAR rules! | |
We scream towards the stars | |
We have counted all of them and claim them now as ours | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
The master sent us here | |
As penance for our crimes | |
I do believe we kicked his ass, | |
I do believe its time... | |
Can' t you see me from the void? | |
Can' t you feel my hate? | |
As my brothers rape and kill the cripples | |
I create Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
Many have mocked us, many have died | |
Don' t need to succeed | |
So we don' t try | |
Destined to godhood to many' s dismay | |
Just lords and masters of all we survey | |
We reject our sentence, it' s far too cruel a fate | |
I' ll lure you in and take your ship and fly off with me mates | |
GWAR lives! | |
GWAR rules! | |
We scream towards the stars | |
Return to the glory of | |
Alpha Centari | |
We' re sick of playing bars! | |
Their innards bloat outwards just like swollen slugs | |
We inject their women and rape all their drugs | |
Embracing this hatred and all it entails | |
A bulging and bloated harvest of entrails | |
Many have mocked us, many have died | |
Don' t need to succeed | |
So we don' t try | |
Destined to godhood to many' s dismay | |
Just lords and masters of all we survey | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
It couldn' t be more clear, its not ing braille | |
A bloated and bleeding and bloody harvest of entrails | |
Squirming from my dickslit, they look like shellless snails! | |
Compared to my crimes, | |
Hitler' s pale! | |
Compared to my crimes | |
Compared to my crimes | |
Hitler' s pale.. |
zuò qǔ : Brockie, Derks, Orr, Roberts ... | |
As master of this mudball, | |
I feed the fire high | |
With corpses of my victims, the beacon leaps alight! | |
A vision of the cosmos of a planet wracked in pain | |
Far off sensors detect chaos billions more are slain | |
We have thrown a party | |
The guests are set aflame | |
Create a blinding bleacon | |
One that shall proclaim: | |
GWAR lives! | |
GWAR rules! | |
We scream towards the stars | |
We have counted all of them and claim them now as ours | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
The master sent us here | |
As penance for our crimes | |
I do believe we kicked his ass, | |
I do believe its time... | |
Can' t you see me from the void? | |
Can' t you feel my hate? | |
As my brothers rape and kill the cripples | |
I create Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
Many have mocked us, many have died | |
Don' t need to succeed | |
So we don' t try | |
Destined to godhood to many' s dismay | |
Just lords and masters of all we survey | |
We reject our sentence, it' s far too cruel a fate | |
I' ll lure you in and take your ship and fly off with me mates | |
GWAR lives! | |
GWAR rules! | |
We scream towards the stars | |
Return to the glory of | |
Alpha Centari | |
We' re sick of playing bars! | |
Their innards bloat outwards just like swollen slugs | |
We inject their women and rape all their drugs | |
Embracing this hatred and all it entails | |
A bulging and bloated harvest of entrails | |
Many have mocked us, many have died | |
Don' t need to succeed | |
So we don' t try | |
Destined to godhood to many' s dismay | |
Just lords and masters of all we survey | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters | |
Lords and masters of all we survey | |
It couldn' t be more clear, its not ing braille | |
A bloated and bleeding and bloody harvest of entrails | |
Squirming from my dickslit, they look like shellless snails! | |
Compared to my crimes, | |
Hitler' s pale! | |
Compared to my crimes | |
Compared to my crimes | |
Hitler' s pale.. |