Whelp
When Shrub was younger, his father helped, just like today,
He always needed anybody's help in any way.
But now he's dazed, so dumb; his downfall is assured,
The Whelp is blind, and has no mind; he's rowing without
oars
Help us to dismiss him, he's a clown,
Make him now excruciate while he's around.
Help us put grind his plans into the ground.
Won't you please, please help me?
And now our lives have changed in, oh-so-many ways,
Our independency seemed to vanish in his haze.
Since the Fraud took over, our rights are not secure,
We know we need to bruise this jerk, before he screws
the poor.
Help us to dismiss him, he's a clown,
Make him now excruciate while he's around.
Help us put grind his plans into the ground.
Won't you please, please help me?
When Shrub was younger, his father helped, just like today,
He always needed anybody's help in any way.
But now he's dazed, so dumb; his downfall is assured,
The Whelp is blind, and has no mind; he's rowing without
oars
Help us to dismiss him, he's a clown,
Make him now excruciate while he's around.
Help us put grind his plans into the ground.
Won't you please, please help me?
Help me...
Help me, oooh...
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