Squank

Woman, grab your children, run and hide.
Don’t let it catch up with you.
You gotta fight it to stay alive,
and if it gets you, man, you’re through.

It smells so rotten and rank.
Well, everybody calls it the squank.

It’s sick, depressin, gettin’ bigger all the time.
Don’t help it any way you can.
It’s grey and brown and sometimes lime
and it’s spreadin’ all over the land.

And soon we’ll be all breathin’ out of tanks
if somethin’ ain’t done about the squank.

The meanest thing the world’s ever bred
by me and you and my kinfold too.
A monster can’t live unless it’s fed,
and it’s being fed by me and you.
And soon it’s gonna leave the world blank,
and we’ll all be erased by the squank.

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