Текст: Gwar. Blimey.

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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 with dirty needles

Chorus: Blimey! Blimey!
What do you de when you feel like that?
Blimey! Blimey!

Bio-Mutant Sexy made
Heave it down the balustrade
Give it fish, tell it to run
We indulge in naughty fun
Sexy's flanks are torn and rent
Slimey's on the rag again

[Chorus]

That's right folks, here in the Hall Of Human Hatred
we've got some of your most inspired brethren, genocidal
maniacs who carved their way through the history books
straight into your hearts. We got Caligula, mad emperor of
Rome whose purges consumed thousands on his blazing altar
of syphilis. Or how about Giles Lavalle, medieval crusader
of Gods will whose search for the elixir of life led to the
ritual satanic killings of thousands of Parisian youth. Or
Julius, religious despot, whose slaughter of the intelligentsia
of Milan gave him the nickname of "The Warrior Pope" That's
right, some of the greatest mass murderers in you sad, yet
vibrant history, are here enshrined, impaled and pumped with
agonizing life...

Tummys tingle, tongues a-mingle
Forced extraction of corn-choked shingle
Bristling amoeba hole matching cunt for every bowl
Madly failing porno cow, get me on the road right now!

[Chorus]