| 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 | |
| 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!!!! |