Hell-O! Medley GWAR

This one's for the old schools...

[Part I: GWAR Theme]
Whoa whoa whoa
Let's get the Biledriver out here
Ohhh!

My wife has a face like a yak
She die in the field
Hunter shoot her

Gazing through
That toothy maw
You could not motherfuckin' titty-suckin' believe
What I motherfuckin' saw!
In my land, you know
There is no sun
There are no guns, okay!

Cause we are GWAR
And we'll go far
We've got guitars
We'll trash your bar

GWAR, GWAR, GWAR, GWAR!