Rumbling on the horizon.
Cannons or marching men?
Flashes in the sky
Every now and then.
There’s a storm a brewing.
You can smell it in the air.
An odor so clean
Who would even dare
Threaten this happy day?
Where everyone’s getting paid.
And those not paid are layed
Off.
The war gets real for them.
They no longer pretend
That shit’s okay.
No smiles to play
The Blinding Song.
Singers all belong
In the Big parade.
See, every day
Gets better and better!
And every go getter
Gets their fill from
The Heroes Buffet.
Cause every day
It’s all you can eat!
So take your seat…
Get you some Dawg Eat Dawg.
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