Vlad The Impaler (Live)

Lyrics
[Intro: Blothar & Bad Biker Bitch] Blothar! You asshole! I'm so pissed off at all you guys You know, the last time you gangraped me, you left me at the convenience store in Oklahoma! You know, I give you the best body that you've ever had and you just don't (appreciate it) Uh, I wouldn't go that far, sweetheart, y'know, ah You promised me that if I blew the whole band, you would let me be the new GWAR Woman in the 30th anniversary show! Okay, okay, slow down, slow down, sweetheart. Come here, come here Don't you think...that you are being...a little bit...of a...bitch? What?! I am not a bitch! [Chorus] Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler Vlad, Vlad Could have been a tailor but he's Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler Vlad, Vlad He could have been a whaler Could have been a jailer He turned out to be Norman Mailer Whoa-ohh-ohh-ohh! [Verse] He kicked back and he smoked a joint Twenty thousand peasants, yeah they got the point His mommy was a hamster and his daddy was a jailer Real tough childhood for such a fucking failure He's Vlad [Chorus] Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler Vlad, Vlad Could have been a whaler but he's Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler Vlad, Vlad Could have been a whaler Could have been a jailer He turned, he turned, he turned, he turned Whoa-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-whoa-ohh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh-whoa-oh! Whoa-ohhhh! V-L-A-D, Vlad [Solo] Aw yeah! That one titty is hard Alright! [Bridge] 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 ancient Turks 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!) He's so glad! He's so glad he's Vlad [Outro] Thank you! The Bad Biker Bitch Boy, it's been a long time since I've seen that broad Alright
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Dave Brockie
- Dewey Rowell
- Steve Douglas (Guitarist)