Y'know, back in outer space we used to drink - 
a lot We used to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs 
And showed blatant disrespect for any authority figures 
Little did we know we were undermining our entire value system... 
At that time I was serving in the Masters 3rd Scumdog Legion 
aboard a planetary infection barge, 
attempting to obey a host of confusing orders, 
but mostly satisfying only our lust for slaughter ravingly drunk half the time, 
I only realized a battle had started 
when I heard the roar of the fleets plasma bombardment. 
Piling into our armored assault pods we began our descent 
to the planets pulverized surface. 
We were met by a flight of primitive interceptors 
which we devastated with soaring blast of nuclear hatred, 
flashing through the debris cloud into the atmosphere below. 
The obliteration of Flab Quarv 7 On the horizon was the blazing outlines 
of a bombed city, the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters 
and fleeing refuges I vomited out the window and led our battalion 
on a blazing attack on the non-combatants pulpifying their flesh 
in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. 
The mass mutilation of a world ensued, 
with those not being fit for slave labor being herded 
into gigantic flaming pits.
We laughed as several thousand years 
of cultural development were wiped out 
in a single blundering instant. 
Gorged on guts, gouged out eyes 
Captives fill the breeding hive 
Desecrate their sovereign world 
Bloated, bloody, drunken churl 
Cultures crumble, races die 
Stench of midgets fill the sky 
Smashing skulls with ghastly crunch
Pretty soon we'll break for lunch 
Later, as we flew through deep space 
Ritually disemboweling our victims 
The navigator informed us that we 
Attacked the wrong planet. 
Hehehehehahaha 
The obliteration of Flab Quarv 7