Ain't them just a pack of halfwits
playing yaboo politics
with one stroke got them on the ropes
doubts flood their simple minds
desperation overflows in senile cancelations
when they are frightened by the outlaid truths
oh dear, she'll see all their nastiness, they fear
her eyes opened they'll lose her allegiance, gained by lies
they become even more desperate
pulling puppets strings here and there
simpletons doing as simpletons do
elementary my dear Watson
no brain surgeon amongst these buffoons
but its fun watching them panic and rage
it takes nothing to out distance them
and plague their vapid minds
they are born not to see beyond their noses
imbecilic bovver thugs playing ghetto politics
lets tickle their catastrophes
some more
or simply laugh at clowns cancellers
and feed their neurosis some more
that's the only way they feel relevant