There was an average Tuesday

There was a shooting star

Then everything went fucking nuts

They landed giant spheres

Contacted us

Confirmed our fears that they were gods

So listen up

They said, "We are your makers

One chance to impress your creators now

So straighten up"

They said, "You have one decade"

And then they closed their doors

And they were gone into the skies

So we went straight to work

Together we would make a much better Earth

To survive another life

So we were ready when

In ten years' time they showed again

To judge our lives

And when they asked us how we've been

We told them, "Busy from the start

We pooled our resources and planned

Everyone doing their own part

So how 'bout this? Enjoy our fist!"

We built more weapons to rain fire upon all of you

You think you run the show? We're stronger than you'll ever know

We've run the numbers, we've replayed them

We've tried a million simulations

Fight us, you'll kill one fifth

We'll take two thirds, who gives a shit? (Who gives a shit?)

So you should run and hide from your impending genocide

We have this theory we've arrived at

Humanity will always survive attack

So, how 'bout that?