Presenting the latest breakfast craze, Warmonger-O's! (Note: does not contain any actual cereal or food.) This special presentation of Warmonger comes in an exclusive cereal box package, featuring new art from Caiden Withey and Jeremy Hunt.
Each box includes the following:
- Bomb Shepherd, a custom mini figure joining the rest of the QOHELETH figure crew. Sculpted by Jimmy Craig and casted by Jeff D'Ottavio, the mad geniuses behind Dead Bird Toys
- Confusing T-shirt in either Black, Gray, or Hot Pink
- Volume 5 of Toxic Waste Buzzkill. The lyrics of Warmonger presented in full-color zine format
- Warmonger digital download
- Contaminator EP digital download
- Stickers
Each box of Warmonger-O's also includes Bombs Away!, a board game designed for using your mini figures to play.
Includes unlimited streaming of Warmonger
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Cassette + Digital Album
Released by Cruel Nature Records, this initial run of Warmonger tapes is limited to 50 copies worldwide. We have seven remaining for sale in the U.S.
Pro-dubbed clear cassette, with pro-printed inlay and pink ink on-body shell print, in a clear library case.
Includes unlimited streaming of Warmonger
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 5 days
edition of 50
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$5USD
lyrics
Brenda impregnated herself with a shotgun
Double-barreled buckshot straight into the womb
Twin babies born sporting arms of triggers and steel
They blew their own heads off the first time each one sneezed
The nurses and doctors all smiled, couldn’t have been more pleased
If only there’d been more guns
We might all still be alive
More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains
If only we’d all been weaponized
Chuck tucked himself in with a heavy piece of metal
Up under his pillow where he kept his fears and his doubts
Til one night he shifted and his vision was swiftly split into two
That bullet freed his mind from the prison of his skull
And new crimson hue spread on the bed sheets and wall
If only there’d been more guns
We might all still be alive
More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains
If only we’d all been weaponized
Caleb’s K5 class was raised from birth
to duck and cover, run and gun, shooting whoever
Came in their class, announced by that siren
Then one day the principle nodded off and hit the button
Their teacher walked in and was greeted by a metal swarm all of a sudden
If only there’d been more guns
We might all still be alive
More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains
If only we’d all been weaponized
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