Gor-Gor comes
Sirens wail
Mournful drone of babbling flail
Thunderous gnashing firestorm
Flames illuminate his form
Gor-Gor comes and you must die
Swats F-16 from the sky
Admit you crave the gift he brings
Fall and worship tyrant king
Sow pestilential hate
It shall obliterate
The shadows of your long dead brothers
And all the mutilated others
Who died in waves, uniform
To appease your bloodied hulking form
Which broke through layers of molten strata
To make the planet Earth errata
Gor-Gor big!
Take the child in champing jaws
A pulping pile of frothing flaws
This horrid mass shall give us pause
As putrid rot fills gaping maws
Skulls are smashed and bones are bending
Joints are popping, claws are rending
Groveling sniveling driveling horde
To worship scaly overlord
Apocolypse becomes creation
Gor-Gor shall erase the nation
Before you leap into his gizzard
Fall and worship Tyrant lizard
Gor-Gor comes and you must die
He swats the Stealth down from the sky
Admit you crave the death he brings you
Fall and worship tyrant king you
GOR-GOR!