Gwar Lyrics

11. The Master Has A Butt

I'm thinking I was once a baby 
Birthed deep within the Master's bowels 
Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball 
But I crave vengence, I'm not throwing in the towel 
Well I said I'm sorry but you slapped me back down 
I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down 
Stare into the inky blackness I swear I think you'll find him there 
With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt I said now sonny, 
de does not give a damn 
Well I'm a real bad mama 
A real bad man I like to spend a lot of time on the can 
I had a little something to eat last night 
It's not alright, 
The Master has a butt 
Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound 
A little birdie told me he's coming back around 
His hideous wisdom calls for my death 
There'll be nothing left 
Except a butt 
Daddy tells me to bend over 
Whips your buttocks with a strap 
Bails my ass out of reform school 
Then he goes and takes a nap 
Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn't make you care 
If I could stop shitting then I'd change my underwear 
If I can't kill the Master then I'll have to get a job I'm a fuckin' slob 
The Master has a butt

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