[mostly instrumental, varied lyrics]

[piano instrumental]

Hey You.
Don't Trip
Over Joe.

[assorted howls, screams]

Oh no! Don't trip over joe!

Run, humans, run.
Your days are over and done.
The spaceships from Jupiter have finally come.
We're a mighty warrior race from another part of space

We've got more guns than you do now
We'll be the masters of this world

Run, humans, run.
Your days are done, the spaceships from Jupiter have finally come.
We're a mighty warrior race
We've come to rearrange your face
Disembowel your children, drink their lard

Don't have arms, don't have arms, don't have arms...
...or hands.

In the age of Elba
Before the dawning of the race that we know as man
There stood a great stone pinnacle
Above the turbulent waves
Of the ever-churning sea
Of Candar

Hey freaks look around you
There are things going on that may astound you
The leaves are calling the grass green
And the bird in the sky thinks it's a real funny scene
So let's laugh out loud!
(chorus of laughter)

Hey geeks look around you
There are facts you ignore but they surround you
You see the bird and you try to fly
But you crash to the ground and you wonder why
Now the birds think it's a pathetic scene
Don't you see what I'm saying, it works like a machine
So the birds are gonna fly til they crash to the ground
And the cycle will continue goin' around
You'll wear the label like a silent shroud
And we'll all get together and laugh out loud
(chorus of laughter)

Arthur Ryzak
Nice fuckin name!
Arthur Ryzak
You know you're really lame
Arthur Ryzak
I wannabe just like you!
I do!
...Not!

Hey loser, why don't you look where you're goin, or something, eh?
What are you, some kinda fuckin freak?

I used to have a coat like that, but the Gumball came out first! Heh heh!
Why don't you get some new shoes? And a Life while you're at it!

What kind of freak are you? I think you're a FUCKIN freak, that's what I think!
What-Ev! As if I almost care what you think!
Hey! You're stupid!

I wanna be like you!
You're my hero!
NOT!

[Bunnies part 1]
Bunnies, Bunnies
Bunnies in the streets
Bunnies, Bunnies
Eating their meats

Bunnies, Bunnies
Bunnies having fits!
Bunnies, Bunniies
Eating cherry pits

Oh, Bunnies.. we put you in the zoo!

[Bunnies part 2]
Bunnies, Bunnies come home
We miss you oh-so-much!
Bunnies, Bunnies where do you roam?
Are you in the grass, are you made of glass?

The Bunnies are lost, cannot be found
They must have stumbled underground.
The Bunnies are lost!
Cannot be found!
They must have stumbled underground...

[Bunnies part 3]
The bunnies are sick, with a fear
They see the hell, drawing near
Nowhere to turn, they can't run
They are lost- they have been spun

The see the face of the deranged
Now they have become quite changed
Creatures with a need for flesh
The taste of blood will refresh
Once our friends, they are no more
Since they need endless gore!

[chainsaw solo]

[this is Pete "Grimstalker" Reagel
Of the Lenz-krafterz
And we're here solely to give you the orgasmic thrill
Of our power rock- live!]

[background: backward "growl" sample repeated]

In their nest beneath the Earth
Twisted creatures will give birth
Rising up through your lawn
Emerge... the Hellspawn!

Vipers with a lust for meat!
Chew their way into your feet
It is their ancient goal...
To... swallow your soul.

Wretched pain from within
Causes the spawn to grin
They rejoice when they maim
You're never going to be the same

Masters of fate*
The Hellspawn
Rulers of the darkened dawn
Now that all hope is gone:
All!
Hail!
The Hellspawn!

*This line changed at every performance

Eat nuns for Satan
Don't keep him a-waitin!
Rip their skin
Hit them with tin
That's what ya gotta do, yeah!

Harvest! The blood crop
Maim until the day you drop
Nail infants to inverted crosses
Made from the legs of cats

Bodies of virgins, long rotten...
Lay in temples, long forgotten
Necrophile priests will find uses
For these offerings- to Satan!

Rip up cats!

[Hey Eric!
Yeah Pete, what is it?
It's your keyboarding.. it's not up to par...
Well, why not?
I don't know, it's like you don't have any talent or something...
Well, hey, at least I have a life.
After all I've done for you!]

You gotta give your love... to god!
Because this love
Was given to you from above

And the more love you get, the more you gotta give away!
It was given to you from above.

I'm... SAD.
So Sad.
I've never been sadder.
Weird things are happening
To my bladder.
And now I'm madder.

I'm Sad.
So Sad.
Really, really sad.
And now I'm much fatter.
Because I have eaten
So much batter.
And now I'm madder.

I'm Sad.
So Sad.
Really, really sad.
And I've never been, madder.
Because I have fallen
Off of a ladder.
And now I'm madder.

But I'm not Sad, no I'm not Sad
I'm... mad!
And Bad!

[chainsaw solo]

feel the ever churning, burnning of my brain,
see the spinning darkness, driving me insane,
now I've got to find away to drive away the pain,
I see a helpless child, and it is quite plain

blood lust blood lust making me kill,
drawing blood ripping flesh, with a power drill,
I dont need a doctor, and I dont need a pill,
I just need to maim till I've reached my fill.

blood lust, blood lust burning in my heart,
see a victim coming closer, that's whom Ill rip apart,
once the sun has set, that is when I start
some call it murder, to me it's art.

Inside his room he sat alone
His only friend in a burning candle flame
Great turning slug
Speaks to me as he dances on a red red rug
Spinning in a circle
They make a spoon for their games and journeys
Oh I'm a doctor I know what is good for you
Oh baby please, please remove your clothes
Spread your wrists afresh
I've got a scalpel I've got my clamps
I'll do an experiment
Having fun today I will
With my white-eyed friend and my clean white gloves
I'll find a disease and I'll have some fun
I always do in the end
Patients under anaesthetic can be a joy
Finding where the veins run to
What organs do they supply?
I'll spread them open
I'll drain every drop
Put it in my cauldron
And I'll watch my [eyes] go pop pop pop pop pop
And the scraps of
Nerves they are my highway
I crush them with my little needle
Injecting solutions prepared of
Enzymes I have just picked up chemical messengers
Their call- I've got to have a ball
They're calling I've got to have them all
I'll make them dance I'll make them spin
They'll be my slaves
I will cut a bit of flesh from their inner thigh
And put it upon their shoulder blade
Skin grafting of a sorts
I can do neurosurgery as well