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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 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
Well, I've been wearing a gilded lily Cunningly carved in a manner frilly To my design it was created No deviation was tolerated My gilded lily, he thinks
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
Gor, Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail Mournful drone of babbling fail Thunderous gnashing firestorm Flames illuminate his form Gor-Gor comes and you must
Tom, poor ole Tom Poor Tom, poor ole Tom Poor Tom, poor ole Tom The local Nazi bully boys must be rid of Tom So the death camp will be immaculate When
I met her at a donkey show She was minutes past 13 Sucking on a cherry yoo hoo Reading 'Nugget' magazine Cum splattered tube-top Scrawny pre-pube tits
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
Into the valley we go To bliss the witch, she sucking Ultimate power, life's suck zonk zone Stands over you Squat launching you Humans squirm, stomachs
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翻訳: Gwar. アメリカは、破棄する必要があります.
At home we're bored Just got off another shitty tour Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy, he wont talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal Coffin filled
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
Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail Mournful drone of babbling fail Thunderous gnashing firestorm Flames illuminate his form Gor-Gor comes and you must die
Well I've been wearing a gilded lily Cunningly carved in a manner frilly To my design it was created No deviation was tolerated My gilded lily, he thinks
Can you hear the whispering wind Over the screams of your dying friends? Did you know your life is mine? Chorus: You know what I got Ham on the bone
