He proudly his rare GWAR hoodie When he it on it gives him such a woodie
Zit-scarred and He's at the alone Running his to no one at all Later he cries bitter He met his and he got punched All he wanted was an The smell of his acne, it's heavily He fell down and everyone
You're the Bohab Stricken gout If you have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
It's dream come true Your fanzine got a GWAR interview! You'll ask the questions, it all to tape! If you're lucky, you might get raped! But not by a dude, that be gay! But if what the band wants I guess it's O.K.! not going to rape you...yet, so don't you fret it! You brought a with you, and now she's gonna get it!
'cause' is how we roll, this is what we do We're fucking your girlfriend right in of you And we know not your girlfriend, by the way... She's only with you you got her backstage And you her...money
the Ultimate Bohab Stricken gout If you have any drugs then get the fuck out Bohab! Bohab!
Your pock marked makes her sick As soon as in there she's getting the dick But not from you, from the band So out your cock and lay a wad in your hand Soon she is dead, but before we her Come on over here kid, still time to fuck her! A festering hole where there used to be a We her to bears, all that's left is her watch
Bohab! You gave your life pride But people that had known you care that you had died The last issue did real Because your interview was You GWAR to Hell....