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They vaccinated everyone
who could no longer see
Now they do the 5-G shuffle
in the penitentiary
they could go back the other way
to Sanctuary Spindle
but their remaining common sense
is stored up in a thimble
with some room to spare
Oh! there’s plenty room to spare
they’re all batshit crazy and...
I’m getting out of here
Shit for luck will leave you broke,
and homeless on the street
say, thank God for Fentanyl!
You don’t have to work to eat
you can hang bent over
like a broken clothespin doll
traveling through your wasted mind
that distance is a haul
and there is room to spare.
Oh! there’s plenty room to spare
they’re all batshit crazy and...
I’m getting out of here
Oh! I am getting out of here.
I am in the wind
call this Sayonara
I’m not coming back again
I am in the wind and
I’m not coming back
I am in the wind I’m gone,
and... darling, that’s a fact
Our leader, Humpty Trumpty
pulled up to the curb and said
He had to let some of the air out of his head
Some woman got the Nobel Prize,
she took it in his name
What a blow-job moment!
And what a claim to fame!
He’s that shining prince of peace
making sure that Palestine
was pressed into The Grapes of Wrath
for Satanyahu’s wine
Alex Karp and Peter Thiel,
neither one of them is real
They will soon be swept away
with every one who’s in the way.
Oh! I am getting out of here.
I am in the wind
call this Sayonara
I’m not coming back again
I am in the wind and
I’m not coming back
I am in the wind I’m gone,
and... darling, that’s a fact
This world has lost its bearings
and makes no kinda sense
once the monsters own it all,
they won’t need a fence
Yes, everything is everything
and nothing is the same
no need to call a hooker,
everybody’s on the game
They’re all bending over.
Yes! Love is in the air
You can see the future
with your thousand mile stare
This is what they have become
that no one can define
there are no live canaries
down in the carnal mind
Oh! I am getting out of here.
I am in the wind
call this Sayonara
I’m not coming back again
I am in the wind and
I’m not coming back
I am in the wind I’m gone,
and... darling, that’s a fact
Having drowned in trivia
they floated upside down
now they can tell your future
in the tears of a clown
Now that we’re all equal,
mediocrity’s in charge
You eat a better class of shit.
They call it living large
It’s a world of turbo cancer,
strokes, and heart attacks
it didn’t get this bad from
eating Little Debbie snacks
Albert Bourla’s killing you
in the name of Israel
It’s a new world, darling.
My God! What is that smell
They could go back the other way
to Sanctuary Spindle
but their remaining common sense
is stored up in a thimble
with some room to spare
Oh! there’s plenty room to spare
they’re all batshit crazy and...
I’m getting out of here
Oh! I am getting out of here.
I am in the wind
call this Sayonara
I’m not coming back again
I am in the wind and
I’m not coming back
I am in the wind I’m gone,
and... darling, that’s a fact
I am in the wind and
I’m not talking smack
I am in the wind
I’m gone, and I’m not coming back
I am in the wind
I’m gone, and that’s a fact.
I’m gone, and that’s a fact.
I’m gone, and that’s a fact.
