He gets sty meals and has bad constipation
He's primaeval ugly personified
When he goes to war in lined-up formation
It's to crack your skull, extinguish your life

Well, he may be a dimwit
But enlisted in the dark rank and file

A lot of waiting's going on, no-one's going home
All the leaves are off 'less for Uruk-hai clones
He's dumber than a rock in the mines
He's got subpar genes, no foresight
Just a bunch of scars like his friends in the plight
He's no good, he's not bright
He's a Mordor Orc in the Sauron lines
A Mordor Orc in the Sauron lines

He's a knucklehead that shines in a club fight
But bereft of wit worth mentioning size
He gets off on man-blubber like a Middle-earth lowlife
He's always a-scratching on his itchings from lice

If there's bouts he will partake
He's got ancient warpaint and blackened eyes

A lot of training's going on, trolls are brought to roam
As they like to smash out the slow chromosomes
He's stinking more than festering swines
It's a hard routine, they've no rights
Sleeping on the ground in the smell of sulfite
There's cold food, there's dim light
He's a Mordor Orc in the Sauron lines
A Mordor Orc in the Sauron lines

With his inbreed swede Mordor fists
And roughneck craftmanship like made for army gist
Orc girls in near proximity they jump his frame
To hookup, and that's an ugly forplay

A lot of grunting's going on, no-one's getting off
All the clothes are tossed and their armor is doffed
There's queefing over hours of time
It gets quite extreme, lasts the night
Ends with lotta scars like two dogs in a fight
She's done good, he's banged right
He remains an Orc in the Sauron lines
A Mordor Orc in the Sauron lines
A Mordor Orc in the Sauron lines
A Mordor Orc in the Sauron lines