Beauteous Rot - Gwar

Beauteous rot!

(Ohhhh!)

Rot!

Legions of sex slaves have flocked to my call

You are the most grotesque of them all

Warts and protrusions that beg for the grave

Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved

They live to gobble the puss from my warts

I live to spread my disease at each port

Distribute knob-cheese like some soupe de la mort

(Ohhhh!)

Rot!

You are born in the most disgusting of ways

Some become cripples, some become gay

Others spend their money trying to become that way

You think you’re beautiful but what the hell is that?

I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat

It’s not your complexion that gives me an erection

Oh no!

Your beauty makes me sick

I’d rather fuck a troll

Kick you in the head

Vomit in the hole

Face turns to snot

You used to be hot

Beauty

Is rot

(Ohh-ohh-ohh

Ohh-ohh-ohh

Ohh-ohh-ohh

Ohh-ohh-ohh)

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) You spend hours smearing cream on your face

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) What you need is to be hit with a mace

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) Get tied to a horse, get dragged through the streets

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) Hung by your heels and pelted with beets

But still you are smearing cream on your face

What you need is to be reduced to paste

Wander the countryside blind in one eye

Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) Who decides what’s beautiful?

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) Nobody but you

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) I find fascination

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) As your guts are turned to stew

Forever titillating

A pile of rotting feet

All you are is brains and bones

A sack of rancid meat

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) Ja, ja, ja

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) Ja, ja, ja

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) Ja, ja, ja

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh!) Ja…