I can't describe my ire,
It's overboiling in.
By means of heavy fire
Those bastards I would clean.
How long must we bear
this nomadic spawn
who doesn't ever care
about doing wrong?
* * *
Get out! Get out! Get out!
Get out faster!
Get out! Get out! Get out!
While you're alive!
Get out! Get out! Get out!
You bastards!
Get out! Get out! Get out!
Disband your hive!
* * *
Women, oldmen, kids
are gathering around.
They raise and hold broadsheets,
blocking our bound.
They don't think what they do
They don't know who they are
They only crowd and moo,
demanding phantom par.
* * *
Get out! Get out! Get out!
Get out faster!
Get out! Get out! Get out!
While you're alive!
Get out! Get out! Get out!
You bastards!
Get out! Get out! Get out!
Disband your hive!