The Insidious Sililquay Of Skulhed Face Lyrics - This Toilet Earth - Gwar

How inquisitive, and delighting 

you've inquired who the hell I am. 

Allow me to elucidate, perhaps pontificate 

Upon the state of my most great 

and perfect plan 

I am he who has been him back when man 

Swam Pangean seas as aquatic apes 

I am he who has been her as she once 

Bled the world with the words of psychotic fate 

While GWAR slept I kept their minds content 

To give their flesh consent to my 

Ever loving seed 

Undying research has given to death, rebirth 

The tools of urber science to fight 

Most faceless enemies 

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Who do you think your up against? 

Some chaotic stupidity 

I'll show you conflict management 

With my extensive Supergeniosity 

Inventions of my secret lab 

The Homogenizer 

It studies the species Bohad 

Homo cum sum a tor 

What is it that makes the ideal man? 

Bravado? Machismo? 

Is it something secreted from the gland? 

It's called Jizmogloben 

If death, to you is a bore 

And life just seems to lack 

Consider becoming a whore 

To the lesson of the past 

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The end of all time after time after time 

Has left the world wanting for new hopes and fears 

I have produced a new product line 

With cryptic truth too horrible to hear 

I've got the guts to face Skulhed 

We've got the guts to face Skulhed 

We've got the guts... 

Words that healed. Legend that have taught 

Oral traditions both fought for and lost 

Secrets of success. Shouts filled with hate 

Documents declaring freedoms of state 

I bleed humanity's figurines of history 

I weave travesties tapestries of infamy 

But I can't deny it always as such 

Oh no, nada, nein, non, nyet, nix, not! 

Pathetically beautiful I was once then 

Ruled peaceful planets, sublime, before sin 

It's so easy to not see 

The obvious enemies 

To put your problems on 

I've been sick of it all along 

Now the ultimate morph into 

Powers that will dwarf 

The sum of every nation 

And all known information 

If you can't stand it the way I have planned it 

I'll export you off the Earth, sell ya for all your worth 

Then your enemy will have a face - traitor of the human race 

As your shipped off to the innermost reaches of outer space 

Yes! The best I possibly can be 

Applause for me. The insidiously 

'live' spelt backwards 

Mr... Dr.Prof... 

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