Praise Bob and it’s time for the TSOG to feed
Doom i say doom
The system is falling the system is falling
And the people won’t tell the truth
The system is fine they are falling
In love with themselves for power
And the TSOG has fattened them
And they are without Gretel’s bone
Fat i tell you, lairs I proclaim
They will not tell you they are in a cage
They will say shame not my body
But it’s time, time for them to be feed, feed to the TSOG
And they will walk right into its mouth plump
They will say I am the one; evil not to follow
That the Savior is here it is going to keep us safe in its clutches
The Tsarist Occupation Government promises you whatever you want
Just climb into its mouth, and as it chews the humanity out of all of you
I laugh
Hail Mr Wilson it’s time for the TSOG to feed