Escape From The Mooselodge

Gwar

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    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 fucked 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

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