Look alive, sunshine109 in the sky, but the pigs won't quitYou are here with me, Dr. Death-DefyingI'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopterPumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you aliveA system failure for the massesAnti-matter for the master planLouder than God's revolver and twice as shinyThis one's for all you rock 'n' roller'sAll you crash queens and motor babiesListen up!