In the beginning

We could hang with the dude

But it's been too much of nothing

Of that stank attitude

Now they curse your name

And there's a bounty on your face

It's your own fault daddy

GodWhacker's on the case



We track your almighty ass

Thru seven heaven-worlds

Me, Slinky Redfoot

And our trusty angel-girls

And when the stars bleed out

That be the fever of the chase

You better get gone poppie

GodWhacker's on the case



Be very very quiet

Clock everything you see

Little things might matter later

At the start of the end of history



Climb up the glacier

Across bridges of light

We sniff you, Big Tiger

In the forest of the night

'Cause there's no escape

From the Rajahs of Erase

You better run run run

GodWhacker's on the case



Be very very quiet

Clock everything you see

Little things might matter later

At the start of the end of history



Yes we are the GodWhackers

Who rip and chop and slice

For crimes beyond imagining

It's time to pay the price

You better step back son

Give the man some whackin' space

You know this might get messy

GodWhacker's on the case