Cthulhu Fhartwagon Songtext
von The Gothsicles

My brother lends me his van
When we go on the road
Where we get hella bad gas
From drinking beer by the buttload
We decided that the vehicle
Was called the fartwagon
Because we leave it stinky
And horrible like dagon
There′s tons of weird stuff in my brother's van
A single high heel and an empty paint can
A bass amp wrapped in my parents old sheets
And 50 cdrs of super crappy hip hop beats

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A van full of farts
The steering wheel locks up
It takes an hour to start
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Cthulhu fhartwagon
Equal parts octopus, toyota, dragon


Here′s more weird stuff
That we found in the van
A glass with the inscription: "all american sports fan"
Coloring books and six bucks in change
The mythos of this van has made me deranged

More numerous than young from the black goat of the woods
Are the various containers of consumable goods
Like a terrifying vista of reality
A mobile shrine to our gastronomic malady

Iä iä
A van full of farts
The steering wheel locks up
It takes an hour to start
Iä iä
Cthulhu fhartwagon
Equal parts octopus, toyota, dragon

Iä iä
A van full of farts
The steering wheel locks up
It takes an hour to start
Iä iä
Cthulhu fhartwagon
Equal parts octopus, toyota, dragon


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It smells super bad
Abdul alhazred took a whiff
And then he went mad

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Cthulhu fhartwagon
Throw the keyboards
And the green cable bag in