[Grandfather] Well, then. I was standing on a hill, with a crown of steel Before me, the armies of world Waiting
[Army] They can't stop us, let them try For heavy metal we will die
[Grandfather] And a talk to myself What a wonderful world
Suddenly, a gust of wind came up from the north There appeared a lone tricycler, holding a happy meal
Then, from the south came another Bearing the battle dildo
From the east, came a third Holding a baby-doll
Finally, from the west a nanorider Wield a great tampax of war.
And the four spoke the words of the Nanowarrior's prayer As I stood them, I looked on I heard the armies of the whores Blowjobbing them, without hands And their voices of ecstasy. Carried long and far throughout the land