You pasty wastrel,
Rascal,
You who has to hassle
With hateful words,
What a waste,
You’re disturbed,
I heard you placed
That pistol above
Her unborn waist
Said, “this’ll whistle
Straight through your
Baby, lady, if you don’t
Give me a taste.”

That is why
you’ll see white light,
you’ll see, you’ll see,
you’ll die tonight

Right in your condemned castle
Where fresh grass’ll grow again
Once we thrash your domain
tear you from limb to limb—
leave you slain in sorrow
& tomorrow we’ll erase
your name and declare our win

Operation clean slate’s
In automatic control

(Bulldozers crash the gates)
The war has begun! Someone summon the drum roll!

Run!