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gwar - slaughterama (live) lyrics

[intro: sleazy p. martini & blothar]
introducing the one, the only + we hope
come on out here, sleazy p. martini, come on, buddy, alright
heyyy, good to be here to close out the show
i’d like to reach out into the audience and ask
what song is it you wanna hear?
[pustulus plays the intro of “think you oughta know this”]
any grey aliens about? no? okay, forget that then
we’re gonna have to go with a game show theme
hit it, boys!

with a battle cry go forth, which is “give the people what they want”; and what the people want could only be thе senseless slaughtеr of all this gutter+slime that litters this nation for prizes
yes, this is the show where people bet their lives to win something big
cause when your life is sh+t, you haven’t got much to lose on: slaughterama!

[verse 1]
this next geek is guilty of the following:
a grateful dead life in which he’s been wallowing
tried to tell us “give peace a chance”
met the national guard and he sh+t in his pants
not your imagination, it’s not a bad trippie
yes that’s him, it’s the big smelly hippie!

[spoken]
so, mr. hippie, how’s things in the old manure factory? hey, ya got a little sh+t between your toes there. how’s your little baby, tofu? what? she grew another head? well, you gotta lay off that lsd, you know. kinda makes your offspring goofy looking
so, how do you hide money from a hippie?
put it under the soap!

sorry, hippie. you didn’t get that question right. you’re gonna have to put your mouth on this! ohh! i blew his head clean off! oh, look at that. y’know, there’s nothing like hippie hunting. my dad always took me along with lee harvey oswald

alright, drag that sod outta here

[verse 2]
world’s biggest hair, world’s tightest pants
got no circulation but you still can’t dance
fashion is a statement, sometimes a risk
every fashion had its faults, but your’s is the pits
always in black, looks like he’s dead
here’s the art+f+g lying on his deathbed!

[spoken]
h+llo, mr. art+f+g. why, that’s a lovely hairdo ya got there. it’s awfully big. it’s big as the hindenburg, and it’d probably go up just as fast if i put a lighter to it. but no, i’m gonna hold off and ask you this question:

whatever happened to eddie munster?
you’re lookin’ at him!

blothar, he didn’t get that question right. but you can give him a free parting gift. ohh, free plastic surgery! oh my god, it’s horrible, it’s disgusting. it’s, it’s worse than joan rivers, it’s better than joan rivers. it’s a definite improvement

alright, two down, one to go, two down, one to go, two down, one to go

[verse 3]
gave up p+ssy, stopped doin’ toot
now you can’t wait to give someone the boot
elbows and knuckles, all you know how
follow the herd, just another cow
brains full of sh+t, boots full of lead
straight from hitler’s ass, here’s the n+z+ skinhead
[spoken]
h+llo, mr. n+z+ skinhead! you know, when you mug talk show commentators, remember to draw the swastikas turning to the right. never to the left, always to the right

so…why do n+z+ skinheads wear red suspenders?
anyone, anyone, anyone? no, no?
he doesn’t have to tell you!

show him what he’s won, s+xecutioner, ohh! a haircut, real close to the shoulders+like. oh my god, is this guy a gusher or what? look at all that psi in his aorta artery. must be that high stress lifestyle

[outro: sleazy p. martini, sleazy with gwar, (gwar) & blothar]
well, ladies and gentlemen, that’s the end of it for this week
we’ve k!lled everybody that’s worth k!lling, hope you do the same
we’ll see ya on another edition of:

slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama
it’s a drama, yeah
slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama
it’s a drama, yeah!
slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama
it’s a drama, yeah
slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama
it’s a drama, yeah!
slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama
it’s a drama, yeah
slaughterama, slaughterama, slaughterama
it’s a drama, yeah!
it’s a drama, yeah!
it’s a drama, yeah!
it’s a drama, yeah!
(slaughterama)
it’s a drama, yeah!

it’s full of existential despair
(it’s a drama, yeah!)
it’s full of people who just don’t care
(it’s a drama, yeah!)
hey, don’t feel sorry for them
(it’s a drama, yeah!)
they chose their own path in life (a+cha+cha!)
(it’s a drama, yeah!)
yeah!

i just got a message, guys
a c+130 with 23 tons of coke just landed on the airport tarmac right outside
come on, everybody
let’s go party!

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