Running on a wire, mark three o'clock

And it's the killing hour, so I watch my back

Stepped in the place with the dancing-grid

Dante's Revenge by Leaether Strip

Female on the grid & I had to jock

200 PSI make that body rock

So I swiped my card & I'm ready to pimp

With the barcodes on my fingertips

Now don't step to me with that drunken lag

I'll leave your chest-plate melted playing laser-tag

So I gotta mack out three times a day

So what's your login name? said Pris mark eight

You see these tats, the wings on my back

The pistol on my forearm that means I strike back

Plus I'm wet-wired, so fuck the empire

Well, I feel the same, so let's go, baby

Fuck a different kind of cop, I'm not soft like Spock

29 died when my railgun popped

Now slags run for cover, these evil mothers

Creeping drop shadows leave your life force smothered

And you can call me "Ebersol" 'cause I spit like aerosol

With my battle-vest on & my phaser off stun

Splatterpunx with a rage against the machine

I'm not waiting for god, I bomb 20

Ministries of informatik electro assassin

So bring on the cataclysm, I don't give a fuck about it

Got that black tape for a blue girl

Straight macking when I'm off-world

With the laugher in my hand, yo, I'm taking a puff

In a no-drug zone, not giving a fuck

And the black hovercraft, it creeps like a shroud

I'm not bumping Out Out, it's the Sounds of Mass Production

Rolling off the streets, see the suckers try to challenge, but they can't compete