Three O Clock

Running on a wire mark three o'clock

And it's the killing hour so I watch my back

Stepped in the place with the dancing grid

Dante's revenge by Leather Strip

Female on the grid and I had to jock

200 psi make that body rock

So I swiped my card and I'm ready to pimp

With the barcodes on my fingertips

Now don't step to me with that drunken lag

I'll leave your chest plate melted playing laser tag

See I gotta mack out three times a day

So what's your login name said Pris mark eight

You see these tats, the wings on my back

The pistol on my forearm that means I strike back

Plus I'm wet-wired so fuck the empire

Well I feel the same so let's go baby

Fuck a different kind of cop I'm not soft like spock

29 died when my railgun popped

Now slags run for cover, these evil mothers

Creeping drop shadows leave your life force smothered

And you can call me Ebersol cuz I spit like aerosol

With my battle vest on and my phaser off stun

Splatterpunx with a rage against the machine

I'm not waiting for god I bomb 20

Ministries of infomatik electro assassin

So bring on the cataclysm I don't give a fuck about it

Got that black tape for a blue girl

Straight macking when I'm off world

With the laugher in my hand yo I'm taking a puff

In a no drug zone not giving a fuck

And the black hovercraft it creeps like a shroud

I'm not bumping Out Out it's the Sounds of Mass

Production

Rolling off the streets see the suckers try to

challenge but they can't compete