Go Forth and Fuck - The Cumshots

In the hour of battle

When all your instincts are firing blanks

Everybody marches on know what?

No thanks

Can’t win by bravery

You’re just fodder for enemy lines

This is all about numbers

The most survive

Go forth and fuck

Become the new plague

Roam the world like locusts

Let the heathen rage

Go forth and fuck

Or else be slain

Let none remain

The hour of judgement is coming Preparations is all

So haveth faith and multiply

Or else our kingdom will fall

Let the weed wither

By brute force

Only one true power

in the final war

Go forth and fuck

Become the new plague

Roam the world like locusts

Let the heathen rage

Go forth and fuck

Or else be slain

Let none remain

Bang every sceptic on a burning cross