Gwar

With a battle cry go forth which is "Give the people what they want."
And what the people want could only be the senseless slaughter of the
gutter-slime that litters this nation for cash and prizes. Yes, this is
the show where people bet their lives to win something big. Cause when
your life is shit, then you haven't got much to lose on Slaughterama!
This next geek is guilty of the following: A Grateful Dead life for
which he's been allowing. Tried to tell us "Give peace a chance." Met
the National Guard and he shit in his pants. Its not you imagination,
its not a bad trippie, yes thats him – Its the big smelly hippy! Hello
Mr.Hippy, nice to meet ya. Hey, got a little shit between your toes.
How's things at the ol' manure factory? How's little Tofu? What!? She
grew another head? Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD y'know, kinda makes
your offspring goofy-looking. So, how do ya hide money from a hippy?
Put it under the soap. I'm sorry but that answer wasn't in time, you're
gonna have to put your mouth on this. Whoa! I blew your head clean off.
Good thing I was such an expert shot with the National Guard back in
Penn State. There's nothing like hippy honey. My dad always use to take
me with Lee Harvey Oswald.
All right, we're rocking now. Worlds biggest hair, worlds tightest pants
got no circulation but you still can't dance. Fashion is a statement and
sometimes a risk. Every fashion had its faults, but yours is the pits.
Always in black, looks like he's dead – Here's the art-fag lying on his
death-bed. Hello Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here. Say, what a hairdo. Its
awfully big. As big as the.. the.. the Hindenburg and it will go up just
as fast if I put this lighter to it. But no, I'm gonna hold out and ask