And blundering brightly through the night 

Astride the thunderous, flaming trident bike 

The choked back years of jeers 

Flashing forceful through their peers 

Inflicting beastly cheesy beaver bite 

[Chorus:] 

What would you do? 

You'd do your job 

Sonderkommando King for a day 

Naked infants left alone 

Syntho-nipple, pit of stone 

Ravaged in an inane grip 

Chewing chicken from the lip 

Those that survived found a place 

With the elders of the race 

Tossed upon the heaving brine

Spreading hatred to mankind 

Maggot palace, rod of bone 

Slave to fetid underloam 

Who gibbers at the 

Nauseater Fudge-packed, dimple fecal leaper 

[chorus]