Can you hear the whispering wind
Over the screams of your dying friends?
Did you know your life is mine?
[Chorus:]
You know what I got
Ham on the bone
A little thing I just can't leave alone
Now I feel the purpose of my life defined
Ham on the bone is mine
Now you are called
To the desperate scene at the throbbing ball
And you'll do it all, now you've become my geni-thrall
[chorus]
Ham on Ham, Ham on the ham on the ham on [x5]
Now my hand grasp my throbbing root and shan't unclasp
Go to the head of the class as I madly stoke my flaccid shaft
[chorus]
Ham Ham Ham Ham - Ham on the Bone [x4]
Gwar - America Must Be Destroyed Album Lyrics
Gwar - America Must Be Destroyed Lyrics
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Crack In The Egg
The egg was spawned in our mutation pit
In the bowels of your
Earth it was grown
Feeding on the blood of you loinspawn
And all the filthy load that was blown
Now the time is right for birth
And whatever it is shall stalk the Earth
What it looks like, I care not I just hope it kills a lot
Crack in the egg
Crack in the egg
The time is right
Crack in my pipe
Parasitical scum, you die so easily
But you always have sickened me
Your will enslaved, you grovel for more
Soon your bowels will litter the floor
Cannibalistic depravity
Bereft of all humanity
A fitting feast of abject insanity
A dark curtain before last calamity
There is but one way to give the egg life
Murder the innocent souls
Their fluids project as their nipples are flayed
Their skulls are fashioned into bowels
You masses of humans are gagging in glee
Now you gape but soon you'll be here with me
If you're really lucky
I'll vomit on thee
I'll shit in your stump and then bathe you in pee
Sunder your forms with my withering hacks
Mash up your face with my gauntleted smacks
Now bring me dead babies let their be no lack
I got a bunch of them here in my sack
I slaughtered your daughters,
I mangled your sons
If we kill enough of them the Gor-Gor will come
The end of your race,
we approach the hour Gor-Gor will get a blood-red baby shower
We bathe him in death to celebrate life I'll be the doctor and
Beef the midwife
But it takes so long, how can I cut slack
Shoot that f*cker up with some crack Gor-Gor see him now inside the egg
Please come out, Gor-Gor of you I beg Will he be a happy child?
Maybe Most likely he'll be a crack-baby
We infected his being with evil drugs
So he would grow up and be a thug
Destroy the planet, the world he will mug
The human race will die and we will just shrug
In the bowels of your
Earth it was grown
Feeding on the blood of you loinspawn
And all the filthy load that was blown
Now the time is right for birth
And whatever it is shall stalk the Earth
What it looks like, I care not I just hope it kills a lot
Crack in the egg
Crack in the egg
The time is right
Crack in my pipe
Parasitical scum, you die so easily
But you always have sickened me
Your will enslaved, you grovel for more
Soon your bowels will litter the floor
Cannibalistic depravity
Bereft of all humanity
A fitting feast of abject insanity
A dark curtain before last calamity
There is but one way to give the egg life
Murder the innocent souls
Their fluids project as their nipples are flayed
Their skulls are fashioned into bowels
You masses of humans are gagging in glee
Now you gape but soon you'll be here with me
If you're really lucky
I'll vomit on thee
I'll shit in your stump and then bathe you in pee
Sunder your forms with my withering hacks
Mash up your face with my gauntleted smacks
Now bring me dead babies let their be no lack
I got a bunch of them here in my sack
I slaughtered your daughters,
I mangled your sons
If we kill enough of them the Gor-Gor will come
The end of your race,
we approach the hour Gor-Gor will get a blood-red baby shower
We bathe him in death to celebrate life I'll be the doctor and
Beef the midwife
But it takes so long, how can I cut slack
Shoot that f*cker up with some crack Gor-Gor see him now inside the egg
Please come out, Gor-Gor of you I beg Will he be a happy child?
Maybe Most likely he'll be a crack-baby
We infected his being with evil drugs
So he would grow up and be a thug
Destroy the planet, the world he will mug
The human race will die and we will just shrug
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Gor-Gor
Gor-Gor... Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail
Mournful drone of babbling fail
Thunderous gnashing firestorm
Flames illuminate his form Gor-Gor comes and you must die
Swats F-16s from the sky
Admit you crave the gift he brings you
Fall worship tyrant king, you Gor-Gor!
Sow pestilent hate It shall obliterate
The shadows of your long dead brothers
And all the mutilated others
Who died in waves, uniform
To appease your bloodied hulking form
Who broke through layers of moletn strata
To make the planet earth errata
Take the chuld in champing jaws
A pulping pile of frothing flaws
This horrid mass shall give us pause
At putrid rot fills gaping maws Gor-Gor!
Gor-Gor big!
Skulls are smashed and bones are bending
Joints are popping, our claws are rending
Groveling, sniveling, driveling horde
To worship scaly overlord
Apocalypse becomes creation Gor-Gor shall erase the nation
Before you jump into his gizzard
Fall and worship tyrant lizard Gor-Gor comes and you must die
He swats the stealth down from the sky
Admit you crave the gift he brings you
Fall and worship tyrant king you Gor-Gor!
Mournful drone of babbling fail
Thunderous gnashing firestorm
Flames illuminate his form Gor-Gor comes and you must die
Swats F-16s from the sky
Admit you crave the gift he brings you
Fall worship tyrant king, you Gor-Gor!
Sow pestilent hate It shall obliterate
The shadows of your long dead brothers
And all the mutilated others
Who died in waves, uniform
To appease your bloodied hulking form
Who broke through layers of moletn strata
To make the planet earth errata
Take the chuld in champing jaws
A pulping pile of frothing flaws
This horrid mass shall give us pause
At putrid rot fills gaping maws Gor-Gor!
Gor-Gor big!
Skulls are smashed and bones are bending
Joints are popping, our claws are rending
Groveling, sniveling, driveling horde
To worship scaly overlord
Apocalypse becomes creation Gor-Gor shall erase the nation
Before you jump into his gizzard
Fall and worship tyrant lizard Gor-Gor comes and you must die
He swats the stealth down from the sky
Admit you crave the gift he brings you
Fall and worship tyrant king you Gor-Gor!
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Have You Seen Me?
Mommies, I've been stealing your babies I gag the brat and then maybe...
I'll suck out his brain
You know... Dead kids, they're making me feel almost hard
Go get one from the school yard
He bled like a stuck pig
[Chorus:]
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Me.. Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Suckle my bloated love knuckle
Just like Fatty Arbuckle I'm gay and I'm proud
That right...
Faggot and a corpse full of maggots I wanna blow cum not bag it
Goddamnit I'm horny!
[Chorus]
It's just a dead child
An object I've defiled
Yes I know its wrong
You'd rather that it was your mom? [x2]
Your mom, my mom, our mom, anybody's mom
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you motherf*cking seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Me... Have you seen me?
Have..You..Seen...Me!!! Sated!
Now that I masturbated I'm in love but I'm hated I don't follow the crowd
But I said you.. Your covered in vile spew
My filthy chunks are all over you
My filthy filthy filthy chunks
My filthy filthy filthy....
I'll suck out his brain
You know... Dead kids, they're making me feel almost hard
Go get one from the school yard
He bled like a stuck pig
[Chorus:]
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Me.. Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Suckle my bloated love knuckle
Just like Fatty Arbuckle I'm gay and I'm proud
That right...
Faggot and a corpse full of maggots I wanna blow cum not bag it
Goddamnit I'm horny!
[Chorus]
It's just a dead child
An object I've defiled
Yes I know its wrong
You'd rather that it was your mom? [x2]
Your mom, my mom, our mom, anybody's mom
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you motherf*cking seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Me... Have you seen me?
Have..You..Seen...Me!!! Sated!
Now that I masturbated I'm in love but I'm hated I don't follow the crowd
But I said you.. Your covered in vile spew
My filthy chunks are all over you
My filthy filthy filthy chunks
My filthy filthy filthy....
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Morality Squad
[Sang by The Morality Squad]
We're the Morality Squad Armed with the wrath of God
My name is Granbo
And here's my holy hot-rod
Freedom to all the people Brave,
true and strong
Freedom to all the people
Unless I think your wrong!
Blasphemy!
Rapist mentality!
Teen Suicide!
Necro-bestial anal butt sex!
Ohhhhh! I got a couple of friends here
Trained by the CIA Special agents here
To blow you the hell away!
GWAR, your the worst, I'll put an end to you
Your even grosser then 2 Live Crew
My grandsons a super hero
Just back from the war in Iraq Corp.
Punishment-"My name is Corporal Punishment, I want to scratch your back"
My nephew Tiny, a hundred tons a man
Tiny-Aarargrgaggrgrg
We're the Morality Squad Armed with the wrath of God
My name is Granbo
And here's my holy hot-rod
Freedom to all the people Brave,
true and strong
Freedom to all the people
Unless I think your wrong!
Blasphemy!
Rapist mentality!
Teen Suicide!
Necro-bestial anal butt sex!
Ohhhhh! I got a couple of friends here
Trained by the CIA Special agents here
To blow you the hell away!
GWAR, your the worst, I'll put an end to you
Your even grosser then 2 Live Crew
My grandsons a super hero
Just back from the war in Iraq Corp.
Punishment-"My name is Corporal Punishment, I want to scratch your back"
My nephew Tiny, a hundred tons a man
Tiny-Aarargrgaggrgrg
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Gilded Lily
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 thinks he's funny
My gilded lily, he's worth cash money
My gilded lily, he made me a smarty
I wear my lily to all the right parties go
I was the envy of all the horde
I proclaimed myself overlord
My gilded lily gives me all this and more
I puke my guts all over the floor
I found the entertainment banal so,
Through trenches of flesh we carved a canal
Lead harlequin then drew his last
He held a bejeweled theatrical mask
The door heaved and then exploded
We split the bill and then drove home loaded
When we got there the paint was peeling
We rose an Jell-O cubes to the ceiling
I wear the lily Gaily festooned in a manner silly
Draped in apparel I bathe in the smell I gild the lily
Adroitly crafted yet willy nilly I wear the lily
When I part with Milli Vanilli
And soon the pleasure barges
Rolled with the sun, pleasantly bloated
We mingles as one amidst debris of Debauchery,
I looked for the lily and just found me
And all the while gilded lily faded
Though it was the best I created
But gilded lily was still in place
It made a mockery of my face
And delivered us a surprise
The hulking mass of what we despised
We lurched away as we moved to snuff it
And we delivered a princely buffet
Soon the continent split all asunder
And the radios blared to the blunder
My gilded lily expanded while spinning
That's when I found out that we were winning
Fondly clutching our raging piss-ons
We piled up, peeled out, veered off and then we were gone
Cunningly carved in a manner frilly
To my design it was created
No deviation was tolerated
My gilded lily, he thinks he's funny
My gilded lily, he's worth cash money
My gilded lily, he made me a smarty
I wear my lily to all the right parties go
I was the envy of all the horde
I proclaimed myself overlord
My gilded lily gives me all this and more
I puke my guts all over the floor
I found the entertainment banal so,
Through trenches of flesh we carved a canal
Lead harlequin then drew his last
He held a bejeweled theatrical mask
The door heaved and then exploded
We split the bill and then drove home loaded
When we got there the paint was peeling
We rose an Jell-O cubes to the ceiling
I wear the lily Gaily festooned in a manner silly
Draped in apparel I bathe in the smell I gild the lily
Adroitly crafted yet willy nilly I wear the lily
When I part with Milli Vanilli
And soon the pleasure barges
Rolled with the sun, pleasantly bloated
We mingles as one amidst debris of Debauchery,
I looked for the lily and just found me
And all the while gilded lily faded
Though it was the best I created
But gilded lily was still in place
It made a mockery of my face
And delivered us a surprise
The hulking mass of what we despised
We lurched away as we moved to snuff it
And we delivered a princely buffet
Soon the continent split all asunder
And the radios blared to the blunder
My gilded lily expanded while spinning
That's when I found out that we were winning
Fondly clutching our raging piss-ons
We piled up, peeled out, veered off and then we were gone
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Poor Ole Tom
This is the story of poor ole tom:
He wakes, crusted in vomit
He sobs, his bowels release
His face is painted like a clown
His face contorts in agony
[Chorus:]
Poor Tom - Poor Ole Tom
Poor Tom - Ole Poor Tom
Poor Tom - Ole Poor Tom
You wake and wait
But you don't want to wait
You drag yourself from sleep
But look, Tom is coming kick him, kick him in the teeth
[Chorus]
He is a buffoonish harlequin
With a nasty habit of getting
The shit - the shit kicked out of him
[Chorus]
The local Nazi bully boys
Must be rid of Tom So the Death Camp will be immaculate
When they turn the ovens on!
They smashed his face in the shit
He writhed in his death throes...
[Chorus]
He wakes, crusted in vomit
He sobs, his bowels release
His face is painted like a clown
His face contorts in agony
[Chorus:]
Poor Tom - Poor Ole Tom
Poor Tom - Ole Poor Tom
Poor Tom - Ole Poor Tom
You wake and wait
But you don't want to wait
You drag yourself from sleep
But look, Tom is coming kick him, kick him in the teeth
[Chorus]
He is a buffoonish harlequin
With a nasty habit of getting
The shit - the shit kicked out of him
[Chorus]
The local Nazi bully boys
Must be rid of Tom So the Death Camp will be immaculate
When they turn the ovens on!
They smashed his face in the shit
He writhed in his death throes...
[Chorus]
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Rock N Roll Never Felt So Good
I met her at a donkey show.
She was minutes past thirteen.
Sucking on a cherry yoo-hoo.
Reading "Nugget" magazine.
Cum splattered tube-top.
Scrawny pre-pube tits.
That's when I saw she was quadraplechick.
And I said "Baby you're looking good"
That's when I noticed her legs were wood
I grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
I need a hole
I don't need no hips
I laid a line of coke on her tits
That's when I ripped off her dirty shit-filled drawers
[Chorus:]
Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good [x2]
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good [x a lot]
It wasn't nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
Her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected sperm
I criss-crossed with the cables,
I smashed her face through a door
They found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
And I said "Baby your looking good"
That's when I saw her legs were wood
And all you people...
You just can't understand
I need a hole
I don't need know hips
I need the taste of dick on my lips
I f*cked her asshole with a piece of frozen shit
[Chorus]
She was minutes past thirteen.
Sucking on a cherry yoo-hoo.
Reading "Nugget" magazine.
Cum splattered tube-top.
Scrawny pre-pube tits.
That's when I saw she was quadraplechick.
And I said "Baby you're looking good"
That's when I noticed her legs were wood
I grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
I need a hole
I don't need no hips
I laid a line of coke on her tits
That's when I ripped off her dirty shit-filled drawers
[Chorus:]
Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good [x2]
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good [x a lot]
It wasn't nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
Her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected sperm
I criss-crossed with the cables,
I smashed her face through a door
They found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
And I said "Baby your looking good"
That's when I saw her legs were wood
And all you people...
You just can't understand
I need a hole
I don't need know hips
I need the taste of dick on my lips
I f*cked her asshole with a piece of frozen shit
[Chorus]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Blimey
At home we're bored
Just got off another shitty tour
Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy,
he wont talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal
Coffin filled with dirty needles
[Chorus:]
Blimey! Blimey!
What do you de 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
[Chorus]
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
through the history books straight into your hearts.
We got Caligula, mad emperor of Rome whose purges consumed thousands
on his blazing altar of syphilis.
Or how about Giles Lavalle,
medieval crusader of Gods will whose search for the elixir of life
led to the ritual satanic killings of thousands of Parisian youth.
Or Julius, religious despot,
whose slaughter of the intelligentsia of Milan gave him the nickname of "The Warrior Pope"
That's right, some of the greatest mass murderers in you 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 c*nt for every bowl
Madly failing porno cow, get me on the road right now!
[Chorus]
Just got off another shitty tour
Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy,
he wont talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal
Coffin filled with dirty needles
[Chorus:]
Blimey! Blimey!
What do you de 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
[Chorus]
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
through the history books straight into your hearts.
We got Caligula, mad emperor of Rome whose purges consumed thousands
on his blazing altar of syphilis.
Or how about Giles Lavalle,
medieval crusader of Gods will whose search for the elixir of life
led to the ritual satanic killings of thousands of Parisian youth.
Or Julius, religious despot,
whose slaughter of the intelligentsia of Milan gave him the nickname of "The Warrior Pope"
That's right, some of the greatest mass murderers in you 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 c*nt for every bowl
Madly failing porno cow, get me on the road right now!
[Chorus]
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Road Behind
Well I'm traveling down the road
And I'm carrying that heavy load I walk around in a stupor Sleazy,
I cant do the show
Hanging out backstage
I'm in a homocidal rage I signed a million dollar contract
I puked on every page
Slaughtered half the crew
Caused they ate the deli-tray
Oh Baby hey
Said I'd do the show but I Canceled anyway
[Chorus:]
You were road kill baby Till I scraped you in my arms
Just another wattle flapping
On the old turkey farm
So baby....
[Second Chorus by Beefcake]
[2nd Chorus:]
And while the wheels keep rolling
And another milepost gone
All along the road behind
Oh can't you hear me calling
Just like the sad whale song I'm on the road behind
Well there you have it baby I'm just a sensitive guy
Y'know I snuffed a million planets
But I still find time to cry
Because there's more to life
Then making other people die
Like a little bloody tear baby
Running out my dirty little eye
And some things baby
They don't make no sense
Does it really matter if it bugs
Your parents?
[Chorus]
Now baby quit yer crying
Put those clown britches on
[2nd Chorus:]
Well the wheels keep rolling
And another signpost gone
Baby can't you hear me calling
Like a sad whale song [X2]
Sad whale baby
And I'm carrying that heavy load I walk around in a stupor Sleazy,
I cant do the show
Hanging out backstage
I'm in a homocidal rage I signed a million dollar contract
I puked on every page
Slaughtered half the crew
Caused they ate the deli-tray
Oh Baby hey
Said I'd do the show but I Canceled anyway
[Chorus:]
You were road kill baby Till I scraped you in my arms
Just another wattle flapping
On the old turkey farm
So baby....
[Second Chorus by Beefcake]
[2nd Chorus:]
And while the wheels keep rolling
And another milepost gone
All along the road behind
Oh can't you hear me calling
Just like the sad whale song I'm on the road behind
Well there you have it baby I'm just a sensitive guy
Y'know I snuffed a million planets
But I still find time to cry
Because there's more to life
Then making other people die
Like a little bloody tear baby
Running out my dirty little eye
And some things baby
They don't make no sense
Does it really matter if it bugs
Your parents?
[Chorus]
Now baby quit yer crying
Put those clown britches on
[2nd Chorus:]
Well the wheels keep rolling
And another signpost gone
Baby can't you hear me calling
Like a sad whale song [X2]
Sad whale baby
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Pussy Planet
Into the valley we go
To bliss the witch, she sucking
Ultimate power
Life's suck zonk zone
Stands over you
Squat launching you
WAHHH WAHHHHH
Humans squirm, stomachs churning
Squander seed and energy
Reaping, weeping, porno-peeping
Your greasy poot
Distorts the truth
WAHH WAAHHHHH
To bliss the witch, she sucking
Ultimate power
Life's suck zonk zone
Stands over you
Squat launching you
WAHHH WAHHHHH
Humans squirm, stomachs churning
Squander seed and energy
Reaping, weeping, porno-peeping
Your greasy poot
Distorts the truth
WAHH WAAHHHHH
Writer: GWAR GWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
America Must Be Destroyed is American heavy metal band Gwar's third album, released in 1992 as their second album on Metal Blade Records. The album's lyrical content was inspired by controversy over obscenity charges against the band and an incident in Charlotte, North Carolina, in which frontman Dave Brockie's prosthetic penile attachment, "The Cuttlefish of Cthulhu", was confiscated by police officers.
Performed By:
GwarGenre(s): Thrash metal, crossover thrash, comedy metal
Producer(s): Glen Robinson
Length: 47:43
Released: March 31st, 1992
Year: 1992