Death to False Techno

[male singer]
I could be a fucking believer
You could be my fucking god
I will be the fucking prophet
Write the one true word of god

I will go into the mountains
I will fast for forty days
I will open up my mind
And I will write the words you say

You will break my fucking teeth
You will scratch my virgin flesh
In a sea of rotting meat
I will know the voice of god

Get your fuck on
Everybody in the club, get your fuck on
Get your fuck on, get your fuck on
Everybody in the club, get your fuck on

[female singer]
We don't need your message
We don't need your lies
'Cause there is only one true god
And it's the beat the beat the beat the beat the beat

You have broken the law, broken the law
You will pay for your crime, pay for your crime
We have spoken to god, spoken to god
We will put you to death, put you to death

Crucify him! Crucify him!
[multiple females voices chanting]:
Crucify him! [x20]

[deeper male voice, speaking over the chanting]
And so, the frightened people of the city of Techno sentenced the false prophet to death, and there was much rejoicing throughout the land. Everywhere could be heard the jubilant sounds of techno!

[multiple singers]
Uh-oh, here we go
Get down on the fucking floor
Shake your body like a whore
Fuck 'til you can't fuck no more
[x4]

[variations on the above lines, repeated many times to instrumental break]

[male voice, during the above]
Hardcore!

[instrumental break]