Handing out pain with his fingers
Ending their lives with his swords
Killing them swiftly with his blades
Killing them swiftly with his blades
Tearing their whole lives with his swords
Killing them swiftly with his blades

I heard about this Spartan,
his awesome fighting style
and so I picked up this game
to play it for a while
and there he was in combat
tearing a cyclops’ eye

He was this tortured reaver,
so lonely in a crowd
He shreds them all like lettuce
and yells his lines out loud.
His life bar they diminished
but he kept fighting on

His fate depended on me,
which fueled a deep despair.
His last fight was with some god
with orange-colored hair
and though he gained forgiveness
he knows he had done wrong

[note: this parody was written in the early 90's]

There’s a place by the seas
where the people dream of peace
rather than one whole world that kills each other.
Take a knife, go outside
there’s no place that they can hide,
kill them all and forget that they’re your brothers.
There are people dying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Save a lot of space…kill the human race.

Kill the world — make it a better place
for you and for me and the anti-human race.
There are people dying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Make a better place for you and for me.

Need a change of the pace?
Send a killer to this place.
Bring them all, we’ll have fun in here together.
Kill for love, kill for hate,
we shall blame their deaths on fate.
Kill the world with a soul light as a feather.
Now the world is crying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Make a better place…kill the human race.

Kill my friend, I’ll kill yours.
Kill them all with brutal force.
Destroy all who oppose the main objective.
Take a knife, bring a gun,
then together we’ll have fun.
Kill for death, claim destruction as your motive.
We’ve had people frying,
you can go ahead burn the living.
‘Til there’s not a trace…
kill the human race.

You saw too much, now all you are is a ghost
’cause bribing a witness is too much of a cost
I’m worried about what you might say
Shot in the back ’cause you ran away
You could’ve been just carrying on

They told you to hold it but you just had to go
You were in the bathroom just two minutes ago
Minding your own and doing fine
Syringe on your neck, your life on the line
Now they’ll need to carry you off

‘Cause you had a bad day
I’ve taken you down
You could’ve been fine but you just turned around
You say you don’t know
You tell me you’d lie
There’s a dumpster out here for your body to hide
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
I needed that tape, now you all have to die
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

You needed a Blues Bar holiday
You could have been spared but you got in my way
Now you won’t be carrying on

You had a bad day
You met the bald guy
You didn’t walk on, now you’re wondering why
You said it’s your yard
You told me to go
You’re buried in garbage, you inquisitive ho
You had a bad day
The padre don’t lie
You’re stuck on a lift in a place they won’t find
You had a bad day

Sometimes circuit breakers fail
and you just have to see what’s wrong
You might not make it back
but you thought that it would not take oh that long
Well you’re dead wrong

There is no compassion when you bother a clone
Oh what a guy
He’s not Mr. Clean so just leave him alone

Now you had a bad day
I’ve taken you down
You should’ve walked faster past the merry-go-round
Just say you don’t know
You could’ve just lied
And let me walk by like I had nothing to hide
You had a bad day
Not something you like
And how does it feel, fiberwire time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Looking for food,
my fridge is bare –
I’m not the only one
with whom these cravings I share.

I’d go for mexican
The drive-through was near
In search of some tacos
When I realized my fear.

But maybe if I tried real hard I’d
I see you’re trying too
To understand this meat
That we’re both struggling to chew.
(Then when she asked if I wanted mild or fire,
I didn’t know what to do!)

Sometimes I feel like I’m eating a dead horse
and I don’t know why you keep mowin’ them down.
I’d like to think that a buck’s worth a tad more.
It does taste funny and you’d think by now
You’d be stopping.
I guess you can keep the change
Keep the change.

This here ain’t a cow, boy –
A really twisted surprise
Is that Mr. Ed behind the door
’cause the smell’s disturbing the flies
I was only a small child
when their purpose came to me
that they’re good for some glue and exactas for you
but they’re not something you should eat.

I ain’t quite what you’d call old-fashioned
I prefer to eat steer
When my burrito ran track a few hundred times,
I guess the best advice is stay clear.