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