歌詞: Plasmatics. Brain Dead.

We are brain dead
We march without no head

Product of the brainless
Product of the dumb
Radiation roaches got you on the run

Soldiers for the DNA, dissidents are put away
Dragged off in the dead of night, disappear without a sight
For global peace is what we pray, as long as things are done our way
Disagree or acting rude, we will chop you up for food

Our agenda is your end, until then we'll be your friend
Act not thinking is our tool, stand up for the golden rule

Stab your friends in the back, rule the world load the pack
Human flesh is what we crave, nothing wasted in the grave