INTRO Ice and steel and sword and bone And chamber set with darkened throne The stage is set - the drunken brothers snore Imagine then to have such might Yet slumber on, though fray turns fight... And wake to find you'd slept through half the war... WAR IS ALL WE KNOW They came from the sun From the east from the west all around And so fate's die is cast They marshaled their forces and found us at last So it's come to this The child is the destroyer The young god comes to slay WAR Son, kill the father For blackness is all that I crave Shells explode across my hide Take me death, I am your slave For I don't have a soul I don't have a heart Come then and face me But first you must suffer my wrath HATRED OF ALL THINGS ALIVE War is all we know They say that war is a last resort For me it's the only way I have tried reading their poetry It suits me better to slay All that I touch seems to break in my hands Then it just bursts into flames The piteous pleadings as innocents die Only an odor remains So burn the bitter butter Prepare the murder machines Bring me my scabbard, my halberd, my hauberk Fetch me my enchanted greaves My walls they are melting The drugs they aren't helping It is the time for the old gods to die To arms is the only cry HATRED OF ALL THINGS ALIVE War is all we know The humans must feast on their Gods We know it fucking blows Hatred is a seed that's easy to sow Buckets of blood will help it grow And raised on high, the fetid throne Death is Fate's master, he sits all alone... They say war is all we know If only that were true No matter how I work my schedule There's always other things that I do But excuse me now, there's a tank at the door And that Slave's head just rolled 'cross the floor He tries to say something and that something is puke Right about then the pigs set off a nuke War is all we know Hatred When I said I loved war I lied It fucking sucks on the losing side And speaking of which, my face is on fire! A lightning withdrawal! We quickly retire! A flurry of carnage, my brainpan is nicked! To my unending shame my ass just got kicked! And as the shells fall in a relentless hail The fortress was gutted and we had to bail... HATRED OF ALL THINGS ALIVE War is all we know The humans must feast on their Gods WE KNOW IT FUCKING BLOWS HATRED OF ALL THINGS ALIVE War is all we know The humans must feast on their Gods War is all we know MURDERER'S MUSE Why the hell are they trying to kill us? Why did they nuke my crib? Don't want to cry like a baby But somebody hand me a bib! This fucking sucks, where is Sleazy? Abandoned us so long ago... Where is an ocean of bohabs? To prop up my flaccid ego... Trapped in the underearth I seek my murderer's muse Trapped in the underearth I am so fucking confused It's not that I just got my ass kicked Though it did hurt I admit It's more like I am a huge asshole Constantly talking belligerent shit I hate them, they hate me, I hate you, weeee! Everyone's sucking their cocks It's times like this that I wish I was dead Somebody saw off my fucking head Trapped in the underearth I seek my murderer'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! Murderer! Murderer! Murderer! Heaven and Hell, your life and your death Everything's the same You have no power over fate Nothing is to blame Woe to the children Woe to the chalice My maggot-mind musing Pulsating with malice Defeat the Hosts of Hell Or become their slaves... A slave! Across the dead sky gleaming He was nailed to the flaming Krosstika All your bad and all your good They'd kill each other if they could Murderer! Murderer! Trapped in the underearth I seek my murderer's muse Trapped in the underearth I am so fucking confused Hitler arises, his crimes are so vast He must merge with your Jesus Right at the ass A new being - behold Jitler! GO TO HELL! The halls of our keep rock with ruin and war The walls cry and crumble Broken the sword The tombs and the tomes The world's honeycombed We must possess the underearth Down, down, down Toll the bell! We're going to Hell! Here we seek the fruit of creation Bloodstained wine It sweetens our time Here we seek the final salvation Go to Hell! I'm headed to the Promised Land Swam boiling surf; trod bloody, bloody sand As pissed-off pilgrims we travel below And seek the finest filth that Hell can bestow A realm of madness, the cringing of queens A realization; the crushing of dreams The worm-gnawed fruit of all your petty schemes Between heaven and Hell all is not what it seems From what I've heard it's a pretty cool place A sea of urine where rats eat your face A sadist like me can pursue his vocation I'm going to Hell because I need a vacation We're gonna go to Hell! Toll the bell! We're going to Hell! Here we see the fruit of creation Writhing in slime Blood sweetens our time Here we seek our final salvation The lies they told you Laid the foundation for this place The book that they sold you Worship this god but do not look at his face Beneath our keep the tunnels run so deep To reclaim our right We retreat from this fight And enter now the land of the dead Toll the bell! We're going to Hell! Here we seek the fruit of creation Blood-stained wine It sweetens our time Here we seek the final salvation Is that what you fear? That the sum of your life will lead you here? Or do you think that when you die you are done? The pain of your death has only just begun I'm headed now to join the damned Into the oven the dead souls are jammed We come for the master; the king of the cruel This is the place where it is better to rule You're seeking Heaven but you're not allowed in Your soul is falling and you never can win The game is fixed but there's no one to blame Heaven and Hell? They are one and the same... Ah ah All abandon Abandon all your hope Ye who enter here And you can go to Hell... I LOVE THE PIGS We stand before the gates of Hell Smeared with filthy bacon smell Not all cops are pigs, some of them are dicks It is their duty to beat you with a big fucking stick! I LOVE THE PIGS! The cheap allure of human manure you busted her for junk Soon your dashboard was spackled in spunk It stopped for a bit, but you couldn't quit! I LOVE THE PIGS I LOVE THE PIGS I LOVE THE PIGS You killed and killed again! And got away with it! The body count rose but still I craved more Fighting just crime had become such a bore... That one magic night I raped with a mop... That sure got 'round the shop! 'Til an AK took my head off In a drug deal gone way wrong By some weird Asian dude That they called Knobby Tong Still they called it suicide At the funeral the sergeant cried It stopped for a bit, but you couldn't quit! I LOVE THE PIGS I LOVE THE PIGS I LOVE THE PIGS You killed and killed again... And got away with it! You wanted to do right But right it felt so wrong The filthy streets they ate your soul That's how you wound up deep in this hole See them in grandeur White Knights of the Realm They are all my children Follow me to Hell Follow me to Hell! But Satan smiled upon you... You became a god! It became your resurrection Undeath of the Damned Resplendent in his harness His flanks are flecked in seed Cybernetic knucklehead Centurion of greed It stopped for a bit, but you couldn't quit! I LOVE THE PIGS I LOVE THE PIGS I LOVE THE PIGS You killed and killed again! And killed again, and killed again... They combined a man with a hog Then they sewed on the dick of a dog Good with a club, but not a great shot I guess even Hell needs a cop Renegade cops who as priests wield their clubs and their guns They get to have all the fun! TORMENTOR 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 skulls of the vanquished Here are the weapons he used The more strength you have the more that he hates you You must be consumed This is his story Festooned with glory This is history It's not a sin... Festooned with finery You'll find him in the winery Festooned with filigree These are the maggots in the wounds... Tor... He is Tormentor Mentor Tormentor Attack-or... He is Attack-or Tor-men-tor Tor... Tor... Tor... You must retaliate He moves His armor crinkles Like a ferocious dinosaur That sound Is the sound of his armor Here are the skulls of the vanquished Here are the weapons he used The more strength you have the more that he hates you You will be consumed Festooned with filigree This is history This is his story An allegory Tor... He is Tormentor Mentor Tormentor Attack-or... He is Attack-or Tor-men-tor Tor... Tor... Tor... It is said he once cracked a smile It was said his blood was made of bile It is said his thews are mighty It is said his views are righty His loins heave with sap Tormentor... EIGHTH LOCK Eighth Lock No one to see Nowhere to go Nothing to do No one to know Eighth Lock Eighth Lock Nothing will live Nothing will grow No one will care No one will know Eighth Lock You never can win You only get out By not going in They put me down into the ground Lost without taste, without light, without sound Beneath the barren mound They put me in a place they call Eighth Lock Eighth Lock But I'm getting stronger Eighth Lock Not very much longer No one to see Nowhere to go Nothing to do No one to know Eighth Lock Eighth Lock Nothing will live Nothing will grow No one will care No one will know Eighth Lock You never can win You only get out By not going in Who the Hell am I? Yeah, yeah, yeah... And what did you do to my hands? I'm getting stronger... They built this place with steel And painted it with mud It's constantly on fire They put it out with blood They said it was a prison But became so much more The maze it build into itself They had to bar the door Bar the door! Quickly you fools! Nothing to do Nowhere to go The floating eyeball is to be feared The pupil hides a maw They say that children run this place That's how they missed the fatal flaw Eighth Lock You never can win You only get out By not going in No one to see Nowhere to go Nothing to do Eighth Lock You never can win You can only get out By not going in No one to see Nowhere to go Nothing to do No one to know When you come to Eighth Lock It's like some vile re-birth Where Devils delve into your life And demons deem it's worth The food comes through a hole My cellmate is a troll The warden he has hooks for hands We all play our roles We all play our roles Or wind up on a pole Eighth Lock A diabolic construct As flesh runs rife with worms Somehow flesh and metal merge As bloated larvae squirms The things within they made the rules They steal the souls of those They think are fit to play... Their hateful games DESTROYED 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 a plea for drugs This is a plea for booze This is a plea for junk Anything I can use I'll shoot junk in my eye I can't die Whoops-- I'm already dead! Maggots are writhing in my head This is a plea for drugs This is a plea for booze This is a plea for junk Anything I can use A plea for drugs An appeal from me to you There is nothing you can do I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... See me falling, see me sprawling, see me... Going through your purse See me crying, see me dying, see me... Ride off in a hearse This is a plea for drugs This is an appeal from me to you There is nothing you can do I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... I'm pathetic! Yet magnetic! That is until the drugs are gone Then I am a total dick until I get a good load on Don't want to fucking shoot myself, that would make a mess I really should O.D. on junk, I think that would be best! This is a plea for drugs This is a plea for booze This is a plea for anything Anything I can use A plea for drugs An appeal from me to you There is nothing you can do I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... THE ULTIMATE BOHAB He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie When he puts it on it gives such a woodie Zit-scarred and unpopular He's at the show alone Running his mouth to no one at all Later, he cries bitter tears He met his idol and he got punched All he wanted was an autograph The smell of his acne, it's heavily bunched He fell down and everyone laughed You're the Ultimate Bohab Stricken with gout If you don't have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab! It's your dreams come true Your crummy fanzine got a GWAR interview! You'll ask the questions, it all goes to tape! If you're really lucky, you might get raped! But not by a dude, that would be gay! But if that's what the band wants I guess it's O.K.! We're not gonna rape you... yet, so don't you fret it! You brought a woman with you, and now she's gonna get it! Cuz' this is how we roll, this is what we do We're fucking your girlfriend right in front of you And we know that's not your girlfriend, by the way... She's only with you because you got her backstage And you also gave her... money You're the Ultimate Bohab Stricken with gout If you don't have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab! Your pock-marked face makes her sick As soon as she's in there she's getting dick But not from you, from the entire band So whip out your dick and jack off if you can Soon she is dead, but before we chuck her Come on over here kid, there's still time to fuck her! A festering hole where there used to be a crotch We feed her to the bears; all that's left is her watch Bohab! Bohab! You gave your life with pride But people that had known you didn't care that you had died The last issue did real well Because your interview was suicide You followed GWAR to Hell... THE ONE WHO WILL NOT BE NAMED Cross-creviced chasms vast And endless plains of unshaven ass Out time in Hell draws to the last We call upon the Master of the Pit Have you got a toilet? I must take a shit! Open your gates, Lord of Hate Or your front porch is gonna get it! Very well, I'll use my sword It's very good at crushing doors We call you out, over-rated Overlord! The root of all evil and hatred and shame So many victims, so many names But... they are all the same Ereshkigal Charun Helel ben Sahar Lucifer? Satan? We would know who you are! He is the one who will not be named He is the one who will not be blamed For nothing The realm of the sun we have left far behind And damned in the darkness We have groped with the blind Cannot remember time... We summon the Lord of Hell So come forth now! I have your smell! Cologne! Cheap shit, and lots of it! They are the ones who will not be named They are the ones that will not be blamed They are the ones who are turning the screws The Lord of the Underworld Welcome GWAR to my domain It's nice to be called on with so many names Now what's that about kicking my ass? He is the one who will not be named He is the one who will not be blamed They are the ones who are turning the screws The Lord of the Underworld Let's give the devil his due 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 is now ripe to reclaim We wasted Hell in the name of GWAR Though to tell you the truth, we're not really sure where we are... BACK IN CRACK This journey Without time Always the beginning Yet... perpetual end Found we'd never left This time A battle un-won In the center of it again For this time death is at our command Returned to our former glory The never-ending story I'm BACK! BACK IN CRACK Broke the gates of Hell Deposed the Overlord Took a dump on the floor Seconds later I'm bored My armor is spiny My regrets are tiny No concerns for the lives that I trash But since last we parted I'm right back where I started Except that our castle is thrashed! Back in crack I am still alive I smell the stench and taste hot blood Once again I guess we didn't die One can only try... as hard as I There is no secret I have for you Everything is as it seems The acts of the drama they number scant few So enjoy the ruin of dreams Sometimes you have to burn everything down So you can have nothing at all And even though I have lived on the sun Looks like a trip to the Mall BACK IN CRACK Horror and hatred are all I know Misery, madness and worms This journey brought no satisfaction Has defined no ultimate terms If anything I have gained nothing Except just for staying alive And I suppose that is something When you've tried as hard as me to Back in crack I am still alive I smell the stench and taste hot blood Once again I guess I didn't... GWAR has returned from the pit of Hell Or at least I think that's where we were Sleazy sent over a nine-ton crack boulder He said "Way to go, welcome back to the world..." From someone who's been to Hell and back Prophetic insight I profoundly lack Hell's full of pussies and God is a dick! But the run was sure good for some kicks... Back! Back in crack! There is no secret I have for you Everything is as it seems The acts of the drama they number few So enjoy the ruin of dreams Back! Back in crack! GWAR went to Hell and we faced all our fears Now we are back so lets go have some beers! Secure in the fact that we are without peers GWAR for 10 million more years! SCHOOL'S OUT Just check out the Alice Cooper lyrics, man...