He got a sick note, he don't need opinion,
Got a policy novelty for the minions, all out.
No reason to shout about it.
He got new shoes, straight views, loved by legions
And an ever seemingly increasing loss of reason.
But hey, the world has to end some day.
God bless all of you keeping account.
Its about the damage limitation and the placement of doubt.
Slim times for the who where? who why? Who when?
And all the nonsense singing cavalries.
Its your ugly word now.
Conversation indicating self fulfilling prophecies,
If you cannot do, then stay away from teaching.
This inadequacy is spreading through genetically
End the surman, put an end to these proceedings
Woah woah woah woah
Put an end to the proceedings

Pitched Onomatopoeia