Look alive, Sunshine 109 in the sky but the pigs won’t quit You’re here with me: Dr. Death Defying I’ll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter Pumpin’ out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive A system failure for the masses, empty matter for the master plan Louder than God’s revolver and twice as shiny
This one’s for all of you rock’n'rollers All you crash queens and motor babies
Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It’s time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys, make some noise!
