At home we're bored
Just got off another shitty tour
Moat filled with flaming pus
Sleazy he won't talk to us
Fondle fish in way illegal
Coffin filled with dirty needles
BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
Waddaya do when you feel like that?
BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
Bio-mutant sexy made
Heave it down the balustrade
We indulge in naughty fun
Give it fish, tell it to run
Sexy's flanks are torn and rent
Slimey's on the rag again
BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
Waddaya do when you feel like that?
That's right folks, here in the hall of
human hatred we've got some of your
most inspired brethren, genocidal maniacs
books straight into your hearts. We've got
Caligula, mad emperor of Rome whose
who carved their way thru the history
purges consumed thousands on his blazing
altar of syphilis. Or how about Giles
Lavalle, medieval crusader of God's will
whose search for the elixir of life led to
the ritual satanic killings of hundreds of
Parisian youth? Or Julius, religious despot
whose slaughter of the intelligensia of
greatest mass murderers in your sad, yet
Milan gave him the nickname of "The
Warrior Pope" That's right, some of the
vibrant history, are here enshrined,
impaled and pumped with agonizing life
Tummys tingle
Forced extraction
Tongues a-mingle
Of corn-choked shingle
Bristling amoeba hole
Madly flailing porno-cow
Matching cunt for every bowl
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