In the beginning
We could hang with the dude
But it's been too much of nothing

Of that stank attitude
Now they curse your name
And there's a bounty on your face

It's your own fault daddy
GodWhacker's on the case


We track your almighty $$#
Thru seven heaven-worlds
Me, Slinky Redfoot

And our trusty angel-girls
And when the stars bleed out
That be the fever of the chase

You better get gone poppie
GodWhacker's on the case


Be very very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later

At the start of the end of history

Climb up the glacier

Across bridges of light
We sniff you, Big Tiger
In the forest of the night

'Cause there's no escape
From the Rajahs of Erase
You better run run run

GodWhacker's on the case

Be very very quiet

Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history


Yes we are the GodWhackers
Who rip and chop and slice

For crimes beyond imagining
It's time to pay the price
You better step back son

Give the man some whackin' space
You know this might get messy
GodWhacker's on the case