And blundering brightly through the night    Astride the thunderous, flaming trident bike    The choked back years of jeers    Flashing forceful through their peers    Inflicting beastly cheesy beaver bite    [Chorus:]    What would you do?    You'd do your job    Sonderkommando King for a day    Naked infants left alone    Syntho-nipple, pit of stone    Ravaged in an inane grip    Chewing chicken from the lip    Those that survived found a place    With the elders of the race    Tossed upon the heaving brine   Spreading hatred to mankind    Maggot palace, rod of bone    Slave to fetid underloam    Who gibbers at the    Nauseater Fudge-packed, dimple fecal leaper    [chorus]