I rewrote the chorus.....He took 80 grit sand ruffed up my bung....Bent me over the pickle barrel before the bell rung....I still hear the screams as my 401K plunged....Shell-shocked and bowed neath this communist bum.
I'm still working on it. The prick just does not care what happens to this capitolist society. He is a communist to the marrow of his bones.