| Fever in the night, and the tremors come on | |
| But it's you who'll survive, just like nobody thought | |
| Nails turning red, lying cold on the bed | |
| And now it turns out, death's not the end | |
| You are a bomb, we sharpen our teeth | |
| A magnificent drum, is under our feet | |
| You'll make mummy rich, he'll throw you away | |
| And after he's gone, the heat is here to stay | |
| Radiation makes you weak, and right okays [?] leave your speech | |
| The world owes more than they'll pay, in the whim of insane [?] | |
| Oh Henrietta, we can live on forever |