We are, We are, We are the engineers
We can, We can, Demolish 40 Beers
Drink rum, Drink Rum and come along with us
For we don't give a damn for any damn man who don't give a damn about us.
The whore, who tore off her four scabbed sores, is nothing but a bore, who likes GWAR, men that roar, quilts that are poor, rusted doors, and wants some more, and should be gored to her inner core.