GWAR - Beauteous Rot lyrics
[GWAR - Beauteous Rot lyrics]
(Ohhhh) beauteous rot!
(Ohhhh) rot!
Legions of sex slaves have flocked to my call
You are the most grotesque of them all
Warts and protrusions that beg for the grave
Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved
They live to gobble the puss from my warts
I live to spread my disease at each port
Distribute knob-cheese like some soupe
De la mort (Ohhhh)
Rot!
You are born in the most disgusting of ways
Some become cripples, some become gay
Others spend their money trying
To become that way
You think you're beautiful but what
The hell is that?
I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat
It's not your complexion that
Gives me an erection oh no!
Your beauty makes me sick
I'd rather fuck a troll kick you in the head
Vomit in the hole
Face turns to snot you used to be hot
Beauty is rot
(Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
(Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh) You spend hours smearing
Cream on your face (Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh) What you need is to be hit with a mace
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Get tied to a horse
Get dragged through the streets
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Hung by your heels
And pelted with beets
But still you are smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be reduced to paste
Wander the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive
(Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh) Who decides what's beautiful?
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Nobody but you
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) I find fascination
(Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh) As your guts are turned to stew
Forever titillating a pile of rotting feet
All you are is brains and bones
A sack of rancid meat
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Ja, ja, ja
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Ja, ja, ja
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Ja, ja, ja
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Ja
(Ohhhh) rot!
Legions of sex slaves have flocked to my call
You are the most grotesque of them all
Warts and protrusions that beg for the grave
Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved
They live to gobble the puss from my warts
I live to spread my disease at each port
Distribute knob-cheese like some soupe
De la mort (Ohhhh)
Rot!
You are born in the most disgusting of ways
Some become cripples, some become gay
Others spend their money trying
To become that way
You think you're beautiful but what
The hell is that?
I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat
It's not your complexion that
Gives me an erection oh no!
Your beauty makes me sick
I'd rather fuck a troll kick you in the head
Vomit in the hole
Face turns to snot you used to be hot
Beauty is rot
(Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
(Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh) You spend hours smearing
Cream on your face (Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh) What you need is to be hit with a mace
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Get tied to a horse
Get dragged through the streets
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Hung by your heels
And pelted with beets
But still you are smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be reduced to paste
Wander the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive
(Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh) Who decides what's beautiful?
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Nobody but you
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) I find fascination
(Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh) As your guts are turned to stew
Forever titillating a pile of rotting feet
All you are is brains and bones
A sack of rancid meat
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Ja, ja, ja
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Ja, ja, ja
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Ja, ja, ja
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) Ja