War Toy – Gwar
Churning through the bestial muck.
A cosmic forklift rules my throbbing
asshole. The All-Eye says you are the
right slave–to be my anal knave–
tongue in my anal cave–Boy!! You’re just
a war-toy–Just my little anal b_tter
boy. Oh I’m so filled with joy. Now I
know glee. 50 million hosebags every
day. They die for me to have my way. Surely
it is their deaths they seek, to brave
my toxic–anal reek–Cause I’m so
glad he is among us–I’m so glad he
is a fungus–I’m so glad–He is among
us–Philled condoms–My
nipples explode!!!! You’re just a
war toy. Let’s all go drink and kill
and fart. Yeah sure it’s fun, but is
it art? The All-Eye sees the b_tt
disease. Humanity–is on their knees
with little boys…
