Run Run Scatter little piggies stay out of sight
(Blood and guts were everywhere, So glad i wasn’t there)
There’s an attack from a big metal god with all his might
(You’re eyes burned out)
57 degrees from survival
One in 3,000 men are about to fall
Satellite, Satellite
Satellite, Satellite
Help me, help help help help me
That’s right
Run run scatter from the city and don’t look back
There’s a fiction of a science in the future
And that’s a fact
57 degrees for survival
Body bag for the dead were not used at all
Satellite, Satellite
Satellite, Satellite
Help me, help help help help me
That’s right
This is a public service announcement
The radioactive shards of space debris are no cause for alarm
No cause for alarm
Alarm
Satellite, Satellite
Satellite, Satellite
Help me, help help help help me
That’s right
