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
What do you de when you feel like that?
Heave it down the balustrade
Give it fish, tell it to run
We indulge in naughty fun
Sexy's flanks are torn and rent
Slimey's on the rag again
That's right folks, here in the Hall Of Human Hatred
we've got some of your most inspired brethren,
genocidal maniacs who carved their way
through the history books straight into your hearts.
We got Caligula, mad emperor of Rome whose purges consumed thousands
on his blazing altar of syphilis.
Or how about Giles Lavalle,
medieval crusader of Gods will whose search for the elixir of life
led to the ritual satanic killings of thousands of Parisian youth.
Or Julius, religious despot,
whose slaughter of the intelligentsia of Milan gave him the nickname of "The Warrior Pope"
That's right, some of the greatest mass murderers in you sad,
yet vibrant history, are here enshrined,
impaled and pumped with agonizing life...
Tummys tingle, tongues a-mingle
Forced extraction of corn-choked shingle
Bristling amoeba hole matching cunt for every bowl
Madly failing porno cow, get me on the road right now!
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