Godwhacker

In the beginning We could hang with the dude But it's been too much of nothing Of that stank attitude Now they curse your name And there's a bounty on your face It's your own fault daddy Godwhacker's on the case We track your almighty ass through seven heaven worlds Me, Slinky Redfoot And our trusty Angel-girls And when the stars bleed out That be the fever of the chase You better get gone poppie Godwhacker's on the case Be very very quiet Clock everything you see Little things might matter later At the start of the end of history Climb up the glacier Across bridges of light We sniff you, Big Tiger In the forest of the night 'Cause there's no escape From the Rajahs of Erase You better run run run Godwhacker's on the case Be very, very quiet Clock everything you see Little things might matter later At the start of the end of history Yes we are the Godwhackers Who rip and chop and slice For crimes beyond imagining It's time to pay the price You better step back son Give the man some whacking space You know this might get messy Godwhacker's on the case