The loopy, the droopy, the sad, the mad.
The unfortunate brains, stained and in flames.
With no hope, just mope, no laugh at a good joke.
Signs and rhymes, and vandal crimes.
Put 'em in the cuckoo's nest.
Hey! Send 'em my best.
Sleep it off, get some rest.
'Til you leave the cuckoo's nest.
Take a key, or a knee, fuck up a Model 3.
Chant 'oligarch' in the dark, 'kill the rich', crazy bitch.
Old slurs, irrelevant birds, financed by a bag of dirt.
It's a mirage, this fake mob, from the king of the island massage.
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