Lyrics:

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!