GWAR - Blimey Lyrics
At home we're bored Just got off another shitty tour Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy he won't talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal Coffin filled with dirty needles BLIMEY! BLIMEY! Waddaya do when you feel like that? BLIMEY! BLIMEY! Bio-mutant sexy made Heave it down the balustrade Give it fish, tell it to run We indulge in naughty fun Sexy's flanks are torn and rent Slimey's on the rag again BLIMEY! BLIMEY! Waddaya do when you feel like that? BLIMEY! BLIMEY! That's right folks, here in the hall of human hatred we've got some of your most inspired brethren, genocidal maniacs who carved their way thru the history books straight into your hearts. We've got Caligula, mad emperor of Rome whose purges consumed thousands on his blazing altar of syphilis. Or how about Giles Lavalle, medieval crusader of God's will whose search for the elixir of life led to the ritual satanic killings of hundreds of Parisian youth? Or Julius, religious despot whose slaughter of the intelligensia of Milan gave him the nickname of "The Warrior Pope" That's right, some of the greatest mass murderers in your sad, yet vibrant history, are here enshrined, impaled and pumped with agonizing life Tummys tingle Tongues a-mingle Forced extraction Of corn-choked shingle Bristling amoeba hole Matching cunt for every bowl Madly flailing porno-cow Get me on the road right now BLIMEY
