GWAR - Where Is Zog? [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
Where is Zog?[x5]

[Verse 1]
A grizzled face from the days of my youth
(Where is Zog?)
Taught me to behave in a manner uncouth
(Where is Zog?)
How to kill child, how to raise dog
Somebody tell me where the hell is Zog?
(Where is Zog?)
Together we dove into oceans of war
(Where is Zog?)
Hacking and whacking through trenches of gore
(Where is Zog?)
Spewed death and hatred from a golden battle barge
Wherever Zog is living I'm sure that he's living large
On the world scumdoggir I first met general Zog
On his way from burning the satanic synagogue
Processions of his captive slaves were part of his great booty
He took them to the emperor, he always did his duty
His battle cattle, bloated bleeding, simply put, spectacular
The lore of war (which he adored) was part of the vernacular
I was one of many who begged to join his fell legion
They wouldn't take just anyone, unless you were Norwegian!

[Chorus][x2]

[Verse 2]
I mounted the great porno-cow
And became a scumdog
I ritually defiled myself
And signed the captain's Log
Finally brought before Zog
He slathered me with piss
Draining his bowels took several years
And not did one drop miss
And then his eyes fell, upon mine
There came a hellish glow
It wasn't love or hate you see, it was
Well I don't know
I was hard to win his praise, despite each bloody victory
No matter how many I slew he always was a dick to me
But nothing suck-ceeds like suck-cess so I got straight to work
Crushing babies, torching worlds and acting like a jerk
The war we waged destroyed the suns and left the planets flattened
Simply put it was the worst thing that had ever happened
And Zog, our leader, glorious, sporting a great erection!
His battle skill was notorious, we always took direction

[Outro]
Many have mocked us, many have died
We don't need to succeed so we don't even try
Destined to godhood, to many's dismay
Just lords and masters of all we survey
It could not be more clear, it's not fucking Braille
A bleeding and bloated and bloody harvest of entrails
Squirming from my dick-slit, they look like shell-less snails!
Compared to my crimes, Hitler's pale
Compared to my crimes
Compared to my crimes
Hitler's pale