GWAR - Vlad the Impaler lyrics
[GWAR - Vlad the Impaler lyrics]
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler vlad, Vlad
He could have been a sailor but he's
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler vlad, Vlad
He could have been a whaler
Could have been a tailor
He turned out to be Norman Mailer
Ohh ohh ohh ohh!
He stepped back and he smoked a joint
Twenty thousand peasants
Yeah they got the point mommy was a hamster
And his daddy was a jailer
Real tough childhood for such
A fucking failure
He's so glad, he's Vlad
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler vlad, Vlad
He could have been a sailor but he's
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler vlad, Vlad
Could have been a tailor
Could have been a whaler
He turned, he turned, he turned, he turned
Ohh ohh ohh ohh!
Ohh oh! Ohh oh! Ohh oh! Ohh oh! Ohhhh!
V-L-A-D vlad
When he was a boy they sent him to the Turks
But you know that they didn't like him
Because all the Turks were jerks
When Vlad returned home, his wrath
For the ancients had spurned
But the ancient art of impalement
Was something that that boy had learned
(Hah! Hah! Hah) oh, how he learned
(Hah! Hah! Hah) he learned, they burned
They burned and burned (Hah! Hah! Hah)
Rotisseries of corpses turned
(Hah! Hah! Hah) oh he's so glad
He's so glad he's so glad he's Vlad
He could have been a sailor but he's
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler vlad, Vlad
He could have been a whaler
Could have been a tailor
He turned out to be Norman Mailer
Ohh ohh ohh ohh!
He stepped back and he smoked a joint
Twenty thousand peasants
Yeah they got the point mommy was a hamster
And his daddy was a jailer
Real tough childhood for such
A fucking failure
He's so glad, he's Vlad
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler vlad, Vlad
He could have been a sailor but he's
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler vlad, Vlad
Could have been a tailor
Could have been a whaler
He turned, he turned, he turned, he turned
Ohh ohh ohh ohh!
Ohh oh! Ohh oh! Ohh oh! Ohh oh! Ohhhh!
V-L-A-D vlad
When he was a boy they sent him to the Turks
But you know that they didn't like him
Because all the Turks were jerks
When Vlad returned home, his wrath
For the ancients had spurned
But the ancient art of impalement
Was something that that boy had learned
(Hah! Hah! Hah) oh, how he learned
(Hah! Hah! Hah) he learned, they burned
They burned and burned (Hah! Hah! Hah)
Rotisseries of corpses turned
(Hah! Hah! Hah) oh he's so glad
He's so glad he's so glad he's Vlad