Lounging back in their golden chairs
Plastic smiles surrounded by their plastic hair
Tiny microphone in his swollen hand
Screeching out their praises up to Bula Land
He can`t wait to die
A crowd of zombies listen as they wail and cheer
He`s likely to expire in another year
Rejoice hallelujah, I want to die
I wanna see what happens in the blink of an eye
Overweight southern drawl, dissonant voice
Glazed over cloudy gaze lacks a choice
Their eyes roll back as they raise their hands
I think I see it coming, it`s Bula Land!
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