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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
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
Listen up
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