---

Gazing through the toothy maw

You could not conceive what I saw

In my land there is no sun

In my country there are no guns

OK!

Cause we are GWAR!!!

And we'll go far!!!

We've got guitars (3 of 'em!)

We'll go to war!!!

(Thrash your bar, wreck your car, etc...)

GWAR! GWAR! GWAR! GWAR! GWAR!

Steel and leather, whips and chains

We've learned how to enjoy pain!

Life in a cave ain't too roomy

Now only the penthouse will do me!!!!