[Verse 1]

Congratulations 'M-M-Merica

You really Babe Ruthed it this time

Oh, straight up vampin' is so easy now

I can't tell if anythin' is even a crime anymore

(Unless you're poor)

Congratulations to roofie and murders

To Musk man and old Vlad too

Oh, Harvey LeRoy must be thrustin' in his grave

A hard-on the size of a hot air buffoon, oh

[Pre-Chorus]

It all reminds me of somethin'

Hmm, maybe Louis XVI

Was it Antoinette or Friedrich Flick

Who said, "Fuck right or wrong when the cake is so sweet"

[Chorus]

Oh, come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

You look like Saran Wrap and you smell like Febreze

I'm feelin' sick from your Chick-O-Stick

And your blood is a disease, oh

Comе on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

[Post-Chorus]

(Yeah)

[Verse 2]

I see you, my prеtty little death-cold cucks

Sayin' how we wanna burn it all down

Well, if you got the cash, I got the fuckin' gas

Could always stand to lose another 2,000 pounds

I see you, my pretty little dinosaurs

Livin' your disposable lives

Oh, there's no such thing as a meteor

When they keep eatin' all your pets and your wives, oh

[Pre-Chorus]

This all reminds me of somethin'

Ooh, let's call it Plymouth Rock

Blankets and beads, insatiable greeds

Is anyone surprised it's nearly we're-fucked-o'-clock?

[Chorus]

Oh, come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

You look like Saran Wrap and you smell like Febreze

I'm feelin' sick from your Chick-O-Stick

And your blood is a disease, oh

Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

Oh, you look like Saran Wrap and you smell like Febreze

Oh, I'm feelin' sick from your Chick-O-Stick

And your blood is a disease, oh

Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

Oh, come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends-ah

(Woo)