You annihilated this weeknNow it's Sunday and you weepnA future of fun or a guilt loaded runnYour carnal desires fanning the firesnYou're really burning them upnPartying and suchnnnAnnihilate. Annihilate. All week longnnYou never think that hardnTil the devil's in your backyardnBut she can't quite forgetnthat night in my corvettenAnnihilating the weeknSledge hammers to the streetnBut then on SundaynYou're looking mighty weaknnI'm a smokin' and drinkin' thingn(you're a regular social machine)nI'm a smokin' and drinkin' thingn(you're a radical partyin' machine)nnAnnihilating this weeknScrewing everything that you meetnShe thinks she's feeling betternBut her conscience won't let hernYour thoughts temporarily deceivednBut your virginity can't be retrievednYou never had it beforenAnd now you can't close the doornnAnnihilatenAnnihilatenAnnihilatenAnnihilatenAnnihilatenAnnihilatenAnnihilate