This is a message to all of you Killjoys... Look alive, Sunshine
One-oh-nine 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
Anti-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