Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Gazing through that toothy maw, you
Could not conceive what I saw, see:
In my land, there is no sun
In my country, there are no guns
Okay!

Cause we are GWAR
And we'll go far
We've got guitars
We'll eat your car

GWAR! GWAR! GWAR! GWAR!

Gazing through that toothy maw
You could not conceive what I saw
In my land, there is no sun
In my country, there are no guns, no

Cause we are GWAR
And we'll go far
We've got guitars
We'll go to war

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, go!

Cause we are GWAR
And we'll go far
We've got guitars
We'll go to war

GWAR! GWAR! GWAR! GWAR!
GWAR!
GWAR! GWAR! GWAR! GWAR! GWAR!

Whoa whoa whoa!