Klomp. Bomp.
We got the swamp.
We got left in the lurch without a perch.
And now we’re fighting back
an organized attack.
It’s hard to play defense and do research.

The slime laid on The Cap,
the cinch ’em,  lynch ’em crap,
was just phase one of orange afterbirth.
There is no place to hide
with henchmen loose inside.
It’s turned the tide of weather on this earth.

While now the Flag’s a weapon
and the Guard is over steppin’,
clans may plan now their white wonder land.
Will this be world war .3? The end of history?
Let’s resurrect the “We Are The World” band!
Pop pop pah pa, mama, momma, ta tah.