How many licks can you take with the lemmings?
Maybe enough to find your chewy center, but it's
Bazooka bile, microscopic homicide
Somewhere along the shores of the city
The new shipment of power-ups and yummy stars
Got neglected and soured – they ate it anyway

Now, the cavalry has arrived
Oh, the glory of death on eight wheels

The security of disease is compelling
But then, you’ll find, sanity ain’t pretty baby
Can’t hide your soul in a gift shop fanny pack
The creepy crawlers ooze from the ceiling
Looking for cash and power over innocents
Extermination can, and should, be a two-way street
Universal Consciousness
Yeah

When the plague is over, we will set a fire – light the night up
When the fire eats the land up, it will not hurt us

It's Betty Phage, with a can of ass-whoopin’ and a bat
Better find cover for your bitch-ass and a bunch of friends
Here comes Betty Phage rollin’ up to Bronxton – and we're glad
To be liberated from a quarantined eternity in glass
Once upon a time, in Hell
A scrappy little princess awoke, and she said: Hey, get out of my face

Greedy, filthy, fucker – you'd better watch your back
As we rise up from the swamp of mind-leeching bacteria
Hey, here comes Betty Phage!

It’s been so grand servicing this land
Now, all the other buggers must
Die