Lletres:
Gwar Beyond Hell

He's got plenty of drugs But he can't find his guitar Winds up drowning in puke Or with a needle hanging out of his arm This is plea for drugs This is

me can pursue his vocation I'm goin' to hell because I need a vacation We're gonna go to hell! Toll the bell, we're goin' to hell! Here we see the fruit

my Muderer's Muse Trapped in the underearth I am so fucking confused Musings of a murderer Comfort to the damned Here in Hell Nothing goes as planned Murderer! [x4] Heaven and Hell

The legions of Hell lay broken and shorn The brothers of GWAR have slain through the storm The gate it is broken, the Master is slain The Fortress of GWAR

Tor... Tormentor... Born into the fog of war It left a scar He watched his family turn to sludge He was appalled, they often are Because Here are the

I am still alive I smell the stench and taste of hot blood Once again I guess I didn't GWAR has returned from the pit of Hell Or at least I think

lock Nothing will live Nothing will grow No one will care No one will know Eighth lock You can never win You only get out By not going in Who the hell

wound up Deep in this hole. See them in their grandeur White Knights of the Realm They are all my children... Follow me to hell...follow me to hell

[Alice Cooper cover] Well we got no choice All the girls and boys Makin all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well we can't salute ya Can't