Letra Slaughterama de Gwar

Etiquetas:
Letra de canción
Ingles
Enviar a un amigo |

Otras canciones de Gwar

Song Scroller

Visitar letra | Letras de canciones
 
Color de fondo


Color de la letra

Copia este código y pégalo en tu blog o web para mostrar el song-scroller de Album Cancion y Letra

Califica la calidad de esta letra
Espere un momento...
Puntaje: 5,00/5. Total votos: 1


With a battle cry go forth which is Give the people what they want.
And what the people want could only be the senseless slaughter of the
gutter-slime that litters this nation for cash and prizes.
Yes, this is the show where people bet their lives to win something big.
Cause when your life is shit, then you haven't got much to lose on
Slaughterama!
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 shit in his pants.

Its not you imagination,
its not a bad trippie, yes thats him - Its the big smelly hippy!
Hello Mr.Hippy, nice to meet ya.
Hey, got a little shit between your toes.
How's things at the ol' manure factory? How's little Tofu? What!? She grew another head?
Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD y'know, kinda makes
your offspring goofy-looking.
So, how do ya hide money from a hippy?
Put it under the soap.
I'm sorry but that answer wasn't in time, you're
gonna have to put your mouth on this.
Whoa! I blew your head clean off.
Good thing I was such an expert shot with the National Guard back in Penn State i bagged four that day. There's nothing like hippy hunting. My dad always use to take me with Lee Harvey Oswald.

All right, we're rocking now.
Worlds biggest hair, worlds tightest pants
got no circulation but you still can't dance.
Fashion is a statement and sometimes a risk.
Every fashion had its faults, but yours is the pits.
Always in black, looks like he's dead - Here's the art-fag lying on his death-bed.
Hello Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here.
Say, what a hairdo.
Its awfully big. As big as the.. the.. the Hindenburg and it will go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it.

But no, I'm gonna hold out and ask
you this question: What ever happened to Eddie Munster? I'm looking at him!
Oh, Oderus help the boy with his hairdo there....
ooh, its getting ripped off.
Ow, you know that's gotta hurt.
Hey, what's Oderus trying to do with his face?
Is that a face-lift? No, he's pulling that face clean
off. Ahhhhh. Help that sod outta here..

Gave up pussy, stopped doing toot. Now you can't wait to give someone the boot.
Elbows and knuckles, all you know how. Follow the herd,just another cow.
Brain full of shit, boots full of lead. Straight from hitlers ass he's the nazi skinhead.
Hello Mr.Nazi Skinhead how'ya doin'? How's
Geraldo's nose? Still broken? Well it's good to see ya still have a job.
Y'know when you're mugging talk show commentators in bathrooms,
always remember to draw the swastika turning to the right, not to the left, always to the right.

Why do nazi skinheads wear red suspenders anyway?
He doesn't have to tell you. Time to give this nazi skinhead one more haircut, real close to the shoulders like.
Whoa! His heads been decapitated.
Look at all that PSI in he aorta artery. Whoa! Is he a
gusher or what?
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.com
Well, ladies and gentlemen that's all for this week. We've killed everyone worth killing, hope you do the same.
We'll Be back next week for another edition of Slaughterama.
It's full of existential despair.
It's full of people who just don't care.
Don't feel sorry for them.
They've chosen there own path in life.