Rusty Jaw - Gama Bomb

Foolish foodie picnic in the castle ruins high

Spilling Shloer so carelessly around

The warning signs have faded and the people of the town

Forgot the terror looking underground

Fancy Dan the basket man, filling up on pie

Spilled a Blue Nun deep into the pit

Soon the bones assembled there will star to join and knit

A lordly monster rising from the crypt

Back from the grave

There’s no escape

Vengeance that comes for us all

Stalking the night

Laughing behind

Steel teeth in a rusty jaw

Risn again

Feasting on men

Resort to a primitiv law

Head on a spike

Ready to strike

Steel teeth in a rusty jaw

His fancy clothes are bogging and his sharp face is all rusty

They killed him and it made him quite annoyed

He’s a rakish auld boldie, his brain jam is mouldy

Upon a time he fed on oiks

But times they’re a changing and thirsting for brains

Isn’t de rigueur in modern days

Aggressive rabble drive him back to his castle

Throwing half-full cans at his head

Remember the time when he drank all the wine

But the wine was blood and guts and human balls

But the story is true, the locals recall

How they split his skull and shat him up the walls

Burnt and shot and kicked and hung, and spat at in the face

And called a cruel name to top it off

He’s a symbol of redundant aristocracy

Who somehow keeps returning in our songs