Look alive, sunshine.
109 in the sky, but the pigs won't quit!
You're here with me:
Doctor Death Defy.
I'll be you're surgeon,
You're proctor;
You're helicopter,
Pumpin' out the slaughter-matic sounds to keep you live.
A system failure for the masses,
Anti-matter for the master plan.
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny!
This one's for all you rock 'n rollers,
All you crash-queens and motor-babies-
Listen up!
(Music starts) The future is bulletproof!
The aftermath is secondary!
It's time to do it now and do it loud-
Killjoys, make some noise!