The Bandorgs by The Broke Moakers Music Band Lyrics
There was a summit in Hell
And the Bandorgs were all there
Licking the boots of their Master
Cooking up plans of disaster
They made an evil machine
To hurl panic and despair
They made a sticky, tricky web
To rage up the minds of the makers of music
And they gather in Hell
And the Bandorgs are all there
Bid your sanity farewell
Welcome to the web of despair
In comes the Bandorc, says “listen here”
The Master and I have some words for you to hear
Thou shall make me a web to hurl pain and despair
Thou shall make a machine to hurl souls down to here
And they gather in Hell
And the Bandorgs are all there
Bid your sanity farewell
Welcome to the web of despair
On the stage there is the smoke from a thousand burning sinners
The band is a choir of the undead screaming souls
The Master himself comes around to see what’s done
And he said to the bandorgs – go collect my bones!
The evil machine of the bandorgs
Oh mercy on my soul, please let me outta’ here
And they gather in Hell
And the Bandorgs are all there
Bid your sanity farewell
Welcome to the web of despair
An evening thereafter at the Bandorgs quarter
There is a bell –ringing
The sign of a poor soul entangled in the web
One bandorg to another: ‘listen brother’
A soul in the web – let’s ..call.. him.. Larry
And they gather in Hell
And the Bandorgs are all there
Bid your sanity farewell
Welcome to the web of despair
Who knows what name you carry in hell
The name you get by the ringing bell
At the Bandorgs quarter down below
Until that day, you’ll never know
And the Bandorgs were all there
Licking the boots of their Master
Cooking up plans of disaster
They made an evil machine
To hurl panic and despair
They made a sticky, tricky web
To rage up the minds of the makers of music
And they gather in Hell
And the Bandorgs are all there
Bid your sanity farewell
Welcome to the web of despair
In comes the Bandorc, says “listen here”
The Master and I have some words for you to hear
Thou shall make me a web to hurl pain and despair
Thou shall make a machine to hurl souls down to here
And they gather in Hell
And the Bandorgs are all there
Bid your sanity farewell
Welcome to the web of despair
On the stage there is the smoke from a thousand burning sinners
The band is a choir of the undead screaming souls
The Master himself comes around to see what’s done
And he said to the bandorgs – go collect my bones!
The evil machine of the bandorgs
Oh mercy on my soul, please let me outta’ here
And they gather in Hell
And the Bandorgs are all there
Bid your sanity farewell
Welcome to the web of despair
An evening thereafter at the Bandorgs quarter
There is a bell –ringing
The sign of a poor soul entangled in the web
One bandorg to another: ‘listen brother’
A soul in the web – let’s ..call.. him.. Larry
And they gather in Hell
And the Bandorgs are all there
Bid your sanity farewell
Welcome to the web of despair
Who knows what name you carry in hell
The name you get by the ringing bell
At the Bandorgs quarter down below
Until that day, you’ll never know