| 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've come to love with hate | |
| Only time will tell... | |
| I'm sick of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze, | |
| I'd like to kill the Master, and start turning the screws | |
| The sins of this planet have long since grown stale | |
| We need to kill on a galactic scale | |
| Forsaken by their cosmic master, GWAR constantly schemes | |
| For a way to escape Earth, realize their twisted dreams | |
| Old men fly into space, GWAR cannot... | |
| This re-occuring pattern of failure | |
| Has ****ed with them a lot | |
| Get me the hell out of Dodge | |
| I'll turn in my card at the Moose Lodge | |
| But first 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 a torrent of death's ghastly tide | |
| The power of Chaos, there's no reason why | |
| We need a way to make everybody die... | |
| The ancient legend of "The TimeBomb", an alien device which supposedly | |
| chronicled all time's events from the beginning-to the end. If it could be deciphed by our | |
| bum,bling anti-heroes, then the end of the world would come. As to what this has to do | |
| with anything, I'm not really sure... | |
| 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? | |
| 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 little | |
| bohabs and they're always crowding around | |
| 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 I'm dying deep inside | |
| But I'm gonna 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 could just float away |