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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 for which he's been allowing
Tried to tell us, "Give peace a chance"
Met the National Guard and you shit in your pants
It's not your imagination, it's not a bad trippie
Yes, that's him, it's the big smelly hippy
Hello, Mr. Hippy, nice to meet ya
Hey, got a little shit between your toes
So, 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
There's nothing like hippy hunting
My dad always used to take me with Lee Harvey Oswald
Alright, we're rocking now
World's biggest hair
World's 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 deathbed
Hello, Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here
Say, what a hairdo, it's awfully big
As big as the, the Hindenburg and it'll probably 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, it's 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
Ah, help that sod outta here
Gave up pussy, stopped to a 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 Hitler's ass, it's a Nazi skinhead
Hello, Mr. Nazi Skinhead, how ya doin'?
How's Geraldo's nose? Still broken?
Well, it's good to see ya still on the job
You 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
Hey, why do Nazi skinheads wear red suspenders anyway?
The other Nazis 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 his aorta artery
Whoa! Is he a gusher or what?
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, Slaughterama, Slaughterama
It's a drama
Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama
It's a drama, yeah
Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama
It's a drama (it's full of existential despair)
Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama
It's a drama (it's full of people who just don't care)
Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama
It's a drama (don't feel sorry for them)
Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama
It's a drama (they've chosen their own pathetic life)
Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama
It's a drama
Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama
It's a drama, yeah
It's a drama, yeah
It's a drama, yeah
Written by: GWAR