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