Techno's Song

I’m the walking nightmare with the microchip brain–
A megaton bufferin’ to forever end your pain.
When it comes to taking life I’m The cosmic leech
I’ll make World War III look

Like Sunday at the beach!
Gwar must die!
I can’t comprehend on how you get your thrills
In dicing up worms and making love to road kills.

The decadence of your lives was just as clear a glass
Now it’s broken into shards I can shove into your ass!!