Wargasm Wargasm Lyrics

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Vinyl 1
  • 1 Wasteland
  • 2 Revenge
  • 3 Bullets And Blades
  • 4 Undead
  • 5 Merritt's Girlfriend
  • 6 Sudden Death
  • 7 Wargasm
  • 8 Le Cou Cou
  • 9 Humanoid
  • Soldier punches the code opens the airlock with ease
    Sealing himself from the world turning computerised keys
    Nuclear missile a top secret course a target no one will know
    Climbs down the ladder a cold iron rail

    Watching the clock on the wall ticking the seconds away
    Reading emergency codes reads the same ones every day
    Checking his firearm to see if its loaded it is but what the hell for
    Nothing and no-one under the sun could ever get through that door

    Guardian of the great war machines keeper of pain destroyer of dreams
    Watching the screens silently screams

    There's someone else in here with him now he feel's he's no longer alone
    Although no one's able to get in but him "I swear I just heard someone moan"
    The smell of a burning jungle now is starting to fill up the room
    You recognize the figure of the captain now
    A shambling shadow of doom
    You fought together in the forests and fields and fields only one of
    You made it to the hill
    His voice is like dirt and dead rotting leaves "this is not a drill"

    Pull the trigger push the button
    Flip the switch it's all or nothing
    Light the fuse pull the lever
    Set the snare it's now or never

    Send the bastard up get moving now I order you to start the war
    We will be the spark that sets the world ablaze mankind is on the edge no more

    Leaning over his shoulder the casualty stares through black holes
    Watching the video screens vengeance burns hot through it's soul
    Starting the sequence by punching the code the password is just one word-burn
    Time to abort is fading so fast from now on there is no return

    Rumblings started below shaking the base to the core
    Smoking the missile is ready to start the procession of war
    Holding the gun to his own throbbing head his hands find it hard to keep still
    Looks his dead friend in the eye and screams "you bastard this is not a drill"





    Written by: Barry Wayne Spillberg, Richard Mark Spillberg, Robert Mayo
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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