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Slaughterama

アーティスト:Gwar  アルバム:Scumdogs Of The Universe 

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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 wallowing. Tried to tell us "Give peace a chance." Met the National Guard and he shit in his pants. Its not your 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 Kent State. There's nothing like hippy honey. 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


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