And she sings of the Reds the mediocre of our erstwhile times mandem simpletons chavs and chavettes Government assisted underachievers mired in spite and bile
She lampoons the saps our home grown moaning brigage lets blame it on the moon last night ya'all loonies et dross paroding militancy simple minds' distractions
She says as Aliens know shows why misery loves company know cocktail sausages not good enough ninety seconds leaves frustrations whats there to smile about
She's on bout Red Robins mediocre inadequate lowscalers acerbic haters full of jealousy envy an spite our ignoramus Che Guevaras hating venting fuming an breathing toxicity small penises enraged our gangs of cowards and bullies can never ever be happy and real