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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