[Unintelligible chattering and screaming]

[Verse 1]
And blundering brightly through the night
Astride the thunderous, flaming trident bike
They 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

What would you do?

[Bridge]
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 under loam
Who gibbers at the nauseator
Fudge-packed dimple fecal leaper
[Solo]

[Chorus]
(What would you do?)
You'd do your job
Sonderkommando
(King...)

[Intelligible chattering]
(Sonder...
Kommando...
Intruder...
Intruder...
Intruder...
Intruder...
Ahhhh...)