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!