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Gwar Destroyed

At home, we're bored Just got off another shitty tour Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy, he won't talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal Coffin filled

He's got plenty of drugs But he can't find his guitar Winds up drowning in puke Or with a needle hanging out of his arm This is plea for drugs This is

Can you hear the whispering wind Over the screams of your dying friends? Did you know your life is mine? You know what I got, ham on the bone A little

This is the story of poor ole Tom He wakes, crusted in vomit He sobs, his bowels release His face is painted like a clown His face contorts in agony

Teen suicide Necro-bestial anal butt sex, oh I got a couple of friends here Trained by the C.I.A. Special agents here To blow you the hell away Gwar

He's got plenty of drugs But he can't find his guitar Winds up drowning in puke Or with a needle hanging out of his arm This is plea for drugs This

Prijevod: Gwar. Amerika mora biti uništen.

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he be a happy child? Maybe Most likely he'll be a crack-baby We infected his being with evil drugs So he would grow up and be a thug Destroy the planet