While we’re stuck here on this island,
Let’s find a level ground,
Because up on a high land,
The rain will wash you down.
I know how much you liked me,
I’ll visit now and then.
Well it’s been fun,
But now that I’m done
Your sass I will suspend
Your artistic production
aided in self induction
assisting oil production
with bodily deconstruction,
causing soil obstruction
causes land value reduction
and hinders road construction
that’s my deduction.
My words you shouldn't misconstrue
So let us not pretend,
I ever cared about you,
I’m really not your friend.
So have the weather rush on in,
Let animals gather round.
The flag it may tatter
But that won’t really matter
Once you’re six feet under ground.