The Reaganator - Gwar

Deep beneath the bowels of the skillhouse

Where the bones of crusaders are hidden in walls

The shin of Salidin, a goblet made from Blackbeard’s chin

The prick of Christ, Hitler’s ball

The body of Reagan lies there enshrined

Pulsating as steel and flesh are entwined

Peering through the necro-scope, the Spypriest unseen

The soul of Reagen is found through it’s dreams

Spirit-racked, tormented, undead, and unclean

The will of Reagan drives your nation’s latest war-machine

Bristling with rocket pods

Gatling guns and cannon

The latest in technology to slay the foes of Mammon

The Reaganator and the U.S.A.

We’ll kill anything that gets in our way!

We’re greatest country, so you have to die, that’s why!

So Ronnie went to Cuba, locked on to ole’Fidel

Put a missle through his window, filled up the place he’d left in hell

After that he thought he might just take on the whole world

And leave a bloody pothole where the stars and bars could be unfurled

But there was one flaw that was in the design

It was so bad that he had to resign

The Reaganator used fossil fuel, some people never learn

And for this lack of vision your country will fucking burn

You see the Reaganator lying flat on his ass?

Quite simply he ran out of gas