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 ass 
Through 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