Gazing through the toothy maw--

you could not conceive what I saw--

In my land there is no sun--In

my country there are no guns--OK!

'Cause we are Gwar!!!

And we'll go far!!!

We've got guitars

We'll go to war!!! (Thrash your bar, Wreck

your car, etc...)

Gwar! Gwar! Gwar! Gwar! Gwar!

Steel and leather, whips and

chains, we've learned how to enjoy

pain! Life in a cave ain't too roomy--

Now only the penthouse will do me