Escape From The Mooselodge - Gwar

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