Tekster: Gwar. Ragnarok. Fire In The Lions.

Of times you'll find me raving, sometimes you'll find me sick
To wake me up this morning you hit me with a brick
Can I help it if I am rather thick?
Maybe we can chill you out by chopping off your dick

Sister and brother, hate one another

You really are pathetic, and you call me a slut
Then you walk around all day with midgets up your butt
At least the midgets like me, they like my disease
Well, maybe there's hope for you but first get on your knees

Hey, wait a minute
I don't want it to hurt
Then you will learn nothing man
So grovel in the dirt

Sister and brother, kill one another
Brother and sister, back off Mister

I don't know where to begin
But I'll try not to lie because lying is a sin
What do you know of sin?
I taught you about sin when the sun was dim

But what of my power
What about it?
There's no pussy in your tower

I could have any women that I want
The fact that you rape them is nothing to flaunt
Oh, well, uh you got me there

But wait a minute
But what of my sword
What of the comet
And the roaring horde?
I'm getting bored

Maybe if you got off drugs
You wouldn't get ignored
Then you could achieve erection
You might even find that it helps with your inflection

Now I'm getting mad
So what? I can still kick your ass
All of you men, you talk a good game
You must plan it out 'cause you all sound the same

You huff and you puff, you act out so mean
You serve better purpose as seeding machines
But something it stops you from finding the door
I have to admit it, girls frustrate me more

Well, hey there Slimey, I think I got your point
Now will you please untie me?
Well, that can be arranged, you pay for the pain
Now find something to buy me

Sister and brother, stuck with each other
Brother and sister, back off Mister