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]