Lyrics:

At home we're bored
Just got off another shitty tour
Moat filled with flaming pus
Sleazy he won't talk to us
Fondle fish in way illegal
Coffin filled with dirty needles


BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
Waddaya do when you feel like that?
BLIMEY! BLIMEY!


Bio-mutant sexy made
Heave it down the balustrade
Give it fish, tell it to run
We indulge in naughty fun
Sexy's flanks are torn and rent
Slimey's on the rag again


BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
Waddaya do when you feel like that?
BLIMEY! BLIMEY!


That's right folks, here in the hall of
human hatred we've got some of your
most inspired brethren, genocidal maniacs
who carved their way thru the history
books straight into your hearts. We've got
Caligula, mad emperor of Rome whose
purges consumed thousands on his blazing
altar of syphilis. Or how about Giles
Lavalle, medieval crusader of God's will
whose search for the elixir of life led to
the ritual satanic killings of hundreds of
Parisian youth? Or Julius, religious despot
whose slaughter of the intelligensia of
Milan gave him the nickname of 'The
Warrior Pope' That's right, some of the
greatest mass murderers in your sad, yet
vibrant history, are here enshrined,
impaled and pumped with agonizing life


Tummys tingle
Tongues a-mingle
Forced extraction
Of corn-choked shingle
Bristling amoeba hole
Matching cunt for every bowl
Madly flailing porno-cow
Get me on the road right now


BLIMEY