Look Alive, Sunshine

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. Bumping out the slaughtermatic Sounds to keep you alive. A system failure for the masses. Antimatter 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!