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Escape From The Mooselodge GWAR, the once mighty Scumdogs of the Universe wallow in the filth that their lives have become. Drug addicted, riddled with disease They're not dogs, they're just scum... Could they get a chance to change their fate Destroy the things they've come to love with hate Only time will tell... I'm sick of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze, I'd like to kill the Master, and start turning the screws The sins of this planet have long since grown stale We need to kill on a galactic scale Forsaken by their cosmic master, GWAR constantly schemes For a way to escape Earth, realize their twisted dreams Old men fly into space, GWAR cannot... This re-occuring pattern of failure Has fucked with them a lot Get me the hell out of Dodge I'll turn in my card at the Moose Lodge But first let me settle my account at Blockbuster and bid fond adieu to my friend General Custer... I scream to the heavens to split open wide and let loose a torrent of death's ghastly tide The power of Chaos, there's no reason why We need a way to make everybody die... The ancient legend of "The TimeBomb", an alien device which supposedly chronicled all time's events from the beginning-to the end. If it could be deciphed by our bum, bling anti-heroes, then the end of the world would come. As to what this has to do with anything, I'm not really sure... Out there the power is growing and it's growing fast Here the only thing growing is my big fat ass. Sales are dropping, riffs are slopping Can you smell the zits I'm popping What the hell can we do? We've done it all, I've humped god's nose I've reeked of booze... I've cancelled shows Became everything that I despised And my own hell I recognize But there's just so many little bohabs and they're always crowding around begging me to suckle them and tie their mothers down I will kill their girlfriends, I will smoke their crack I become the pimp-daddy, I become the Mack But everyday I'm doing I'm dying deep inside But I'm gonna tell ya something gonna give ya back your pride So here's a little thought that I had the other day If we could blow the planet up We could just float away
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