Gazing through that toothy maw. You could not conceive what I saw. In my land there is no sun. In my country there are no guns, okay. . 'Cause we are GWAR.
Oh Yeah.. Oh no.. Yeah. I'm gonna kill you. I'm Gonna cut you up. I'm Gonna kill you. Gotta bust you up. And I aint gonna give you anything. And I am gonna track you down, I guess.
Gor-Gor. Gor-Gor. Gor-Gor. Gor-Gor. . Gor-Gor. Gor-Gor. Gor-Gor. . Gor-Gor. Gor-Gor. Gor-Gor. . Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail. Mournful drone of babbling fail.
Well I've been wearing a Gilded Lily. Cunningly carved in a manner frilly. To my design it was created. No deviation was tolerated. . My Gilded Lily he think he funny.