• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Are You Upset? - Frank Zappa
• Warbeast - Legion Of The Damned
• Arrow - Beast
• Warbeast - Conquest
• Aerobicide - Blood Freak

Frank Zappa (vocals)
Lowell George (guitar, vocals)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Don Preston (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz Gardner (trumpet)
Ian Underwood (alto saxophone)
Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Arthur Tripp (drums)
Pooweee
Somebody in the audience:
Stop that. . .
Heavy business, man
Are you upset? Say it again?
Somebody in the audience:
Fuck you . . .
What?
audience:
Fuck you!

Abomination, called forth, total war
Winds of fire, shrieking terror, hellish birth
Thousands march, armed to the teeth, conquest or death
Raging battle, bloody carnage, scorched Earth
Hail to the warbeast
Eternal thirsts annihilation
Hail to the warbeast
Sanguine feast saturation
Combat hardened, tough as leather, bestial lust
Proud to fight, baptized in steel, iron will
Command is given, attack unleashed, no way back
Senses sharpened, the hunt is on, love to kill
Hail to the warbeast
Eternal thirsts annihilation
Hail to the warbeast
Sanguine feast saturation
Circled by enemy troops, certain death
Lines overrun, outnumbered by advancing hordes
No surrender, chances for escape do not exist
Hopelessly, fighting for the tide to turn
Heat of the fight, bombs burst, dirt flies all around
Shrapnel rain, is merciless, takes many down
Scorching fire, burning flesh, disgusting smell
Maimed soldiers, ripped to shreds, corpses abound
Enter the furious storm, of eternal war
Ordeal of bravery, drenched in bloody gore
Eternal recurrent rite, to consecrate the land
Remains of the defeated, left to perish in sand
Final hour, is now at hand, take your stand
Hell has come, it's up to you, what will it be?
Fight 'till end, or will you die a coward's death?
Wield your weapon, last chance for glory, now death's
at hand
Hail to the warbeast
Eternal thirsts annihilation
Hail to the warbeast

He's got an eye on you
And a weapon, too
He's got an eye on you
And a weapon, too
He's got an eye on you
He's got a weapon, too
I'd like to warn you
But I've got to warn you
They are watching you
Just like my hands do
He's going to hunt; he's going to trap
You are the target he will pursue
Allow me, allow me
To be your muse, your rest
'Til the end of the day
While they target your chest
They've got an eye on you
They've got their weapons, too
I'd like to arm you
But I can't disarm you
They're going to catch you
Just like the others
They're going to trap; they're going to kill the young lovers
Allow me, allow me
To be your muse, your rest
'Til the end of the day
When they make you confess
He's got his mind on you
And information, too
He's got his mind on you
And information, too
He'd like to harm you
Get his army on you
He gets inside of you
Just like my voodoo
He's going to analyze and criticize your point of view
So tell me you, tell me
Which part of war is best?
I heard you say
Your heart was pounding in your chest
He's got his mind on you
And information, too
I tried to warn you
But I couldn't get through
They're coming for you
They won't forgive you
They're going to wipe you clean, erase the tattoo
So tell me you, tell me
Which part of war is best?
I heard you say
Your heart was pounding in your chest
I put a spell on you

Menace is near bringing the fear
Baptism of fire begins
Byzantine sword is put to our throat
No way to take their faith
Start out the holy war
Die, save your soul
Now the War beast comes
And we'll never turn around
Gods will lead our rows right where the victory grows
Now the War beast comes
And we'll never turn around
We won't fall apart shielded by justice of god
Forever just War beast
Mighty Perun, we are your sons
We are applying to you
Give us your strength for bloody revenge
Our purpose is our truth
Cry out the battle call
Go free your soul
[CHORUS]
[SOLO]
Start out the holy war
Go save your soul

An anonymous model checks her calls
over the strains of cheesy synth-pop
Her agent tells her
she's got the cover of Cosmos!
Just needs a tan
and she'll be cream of the crop
She disrobes and hops in the tanning bed
There's a lurking air of sublimated dread
She screams and writhes
as she bursts into flames
Precluding a tale so
brainless and deranged!
Welcome you losers,
to Rhonda's Workout!
A den of busty big-haired '80s sluts
Prepare to get a REAL killer workout!
While chicks in spandex
thrust their well-toned butts
The blonde chick Jaimy
arrives late for work
Jimmy tries to grab her tits
cuz he's a creepy jerk
Rhonda chews out Jaimy
because she's always late
Jaimy appeases her with a dinner date
Rachel stays late to take a shower
Someone's lurking with a giant safety pin
The prowler attacks,
stabs at Rachel's neck
Her jugular is pierced and the
bloodshed begins!
Lt. Morgan, the moronic cop
is out to get the killings stopped
Some blonde meathead
"Dawnson" an undercover PI
His dumb tapered haircut
made me laugh til i cried!
The body count continues to mount
Blood-spewing veins,
is Jimmy to blame?
Retarded fight scenes
make me fucking guffaw
Acting and editing