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Slaughterama

From the Album Scumdogs of the Universe



With a battle-cry go forth

Which is "give the people what they want"

And what the people want could only be the senseless slaughter

of the gutter-slime which litters this nation for cash and prizes



Yes, this is the show where people bet their lives to win something big

'Cause when your life is shit, then you haven't got much to lose

On Slaughterama...



This next geek is guilty of the following:

A grateful dead life in which he's been wallowing

Tried to tell us, "Give peace a chance"

Met the National Guard and you shit in your pants

It's not your imagination, it's not a bad tripping

Yes, that's it: it's a big, smelly hippy



Hello Mr. Hippy, nice to meet ya'

Hey, you got a little shit between your toes

So, how are things at the ol' manure factory?

How's little Tofu?

What, she grew another head?

Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD, ya know

Kinda makes your offspring goofy looking



So, how do you hide money from a hippy?

Put it under the soap!



I'm sorry, but that answer wasn't in time

Your gonna have to put your mouth on this

Oh, I blew your head clean off

Good thing I was such an expert shot

With the National Guard back at Kent State

I bagged four that day

There's nothing like hippy hunting

My dad always used to take me along with Lee Harvey Oswald



All right, we're rockin' now!



World's highest hair, world's tightest pants

Got no circulation but you still can dance

Fashion is a statement, sometimes a risk

Every fashion had it's faults but yours is the pits

Always in black, looks like he's dead

Here's the Art Fag lying on his death beg



Hello, Mr. Art Fag, c'mon out here

Say, whatta hair do

Why it's awfully big

As big as the...the...the Hindenburg

And it'd probably go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it

But no, I'm gonna' hold out and ask you this question



What ever happened to Eddie Munster?

I'm lookin' at him!



Oh, Oderus, help the boy with his hairdo, there

Ooo! It's getting ripped off!

Ow! Ya' know that's gotta hurt!

What on the other side of his face?

Is that a facelift?

Whoa! He's torn that face clean off!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Help that sod outta' here



Gave up pussy, stopped doing toot

Now ya' can't wait to kiss him on the boot

Elbows and knuckles all you know how

Follow the herd, just another cow

Brain full of shit, boots full of lead

Straight from Hitler's ass, it's the Nazi skin-head



Hello, Mr. Nazi Skin-head, how ya' doin'

How's Geraldo's nose? Still broken?

Well, it's good to see you're still on the job.

You know, when you're mugging talk-show commentators in bathrooms

Always remember to draw the swastikas turning to the right

Not to the left, always to the right.



Hey, why do Nazi skin-heads wear red suspenders anyways?

He doesn't have to tell you!



Time to give this Nazi skin-head one more haircut

Real close to the shoulders like

Whoa! His head's been decapitated

Look at all that P.S.I. in his aorta artery

Whoa! Is he a gusher or what?

A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha



Well everybody, that's all for this week

We've killed everybody that's worth killing

Hope you do the same

We'll be back next week with another edition of



Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama

It's a drama

Slaughterama, Slaughterama, Slaughterama

It's a drama, yeah!



It's called existentialists, man

It's for the people who just don't care

Don't feel sorry for them

They've chosen their own path in life





These lyrics brought to you by



Sean Warden