crack I am still alive I smell the stench and taste of hot blood Once again I guess I didn't GWAR has returned from the pit of Hell Or at least I think
He's got plenty of drugs But he can't find his guitar Winds up drowning in puke Or with a needle hanging out of his arm This is plea for drugs This is
Nothing will live Nothing will grow No one will care No one will know Eighth lock You can never win You only get out By not going in Who the hell
me can pursue his vocation I'm goin' to hell because I need a vacation We're gonna go to hell! Toll the bell, we're goin' to hell! Here we see the fruit
you wound up Deep in this hole. See them in their grandeur White Knights of the Realm They are all my children... Follow me to hell...follow me to hell
my Muderer's Muse Trapped in the underearth I am so fucking confused Musings of a murderer Comfort to the damned Here in Hell Nothing goes as planned Murderer! [x4] Heaven and Hell
Well, we got no choice All the girls and boys Makin' all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well, we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don
The legions of Hell lay broken and shorn The brothers of GWAR have slain through the storm The gate it is broken, the Master is slain The Fortress of GWAR
But people that had known you didn't care that you had died Bohab The last issue did real well Because your interview was suicide You followed GWAR to Hell
Tor... Tormentor... Born into the fog of war It left a scar He watched his family turn to sludge He was appalled, they often are Because Here are the
They came from the sun From the east, from the west all around So fate's die is cast They marshaled their forces and found us at last So, it's come to
I am still alive I smell the stench and taste of hot blood Once again I guess I didn't GWAR has returned from the pit of Hell Or at least I think
He's got plenty of drugs But he can't find his guitar Winds up drowning in puke Or with a needle hanging out of his arm This is plea for drugs
lock Nothing will live Nothing will grow No one will care No one will know Eighth lock You can never win You only get out By not going in Who the hell
me can pursue his vocation I'm goin' to hell because I need a vacation We're gonna go to hell! Toll the bell, we're goin' to hell! Here we see the
wound up Deep in this hole. See them in their grandeur White Knights of the Realm They are all my children... Follow me to hell...follow me to hell
Muderer's Muse Trapped in the underearth I am so fucking confused Musings of a murderer Comfort to the damned Here in Hell Nothing goes as planned Murderer! [x4] Heaven and Hell
[Alice Cooper cover] Well we got no choice All the girls and boys Makin all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well we can't salute ya Can't
