Do Panic Now

Once upon a time,
in the lost soul galaxy
where glitter-turd kings
ruled fools with gravy crowns,
and wisdom was traded
for views and shoes.

Do panic now.

Bragging bros in navy suits,
shady boots and shiny roots,
smilin’ wide through greased deceit,
serving bland truth
with a side of backseat.

Cocksure cows squabble loud,
posing proud in empty crowds,
deep dub drowned
in booya bulls,
bling babble, boom, and busted rules.

[Chorus]
Do panic now,
don’t wait for the Guide.
The meaning’s not 42,
it’s buried in the lies.

Wrap your towel tight,
it won’t save you now.
Do panic, darling,
bow to the wow.

Forty-two flavors of fools,
lickin’ lies off silver spoons.
Wearing truth like borrowed shoes,
reading scripts, not singing blues.

Soundin’ loud with preacher drool,
selling fake like sacred jewels.
Echoed gods in plastic halls,
can’t count truth,
but sure can crawl.

Dressing smart, hiding clues,
posing sharp, faking news.
Serving hot pies, pryin’ like spies,
frenching them fries
like freedom lies.

Squinty eyes lost the line,
squeaky brains baby-whine.
They spout quotes like they notes,
I blow smoke like hell no.

Tasting salt, nothing sweet—
that’s no go.
What a shit show.

[Chorus]
Do panic now,
don’t wait for the Guide.
Meaning’s not 42—
just shadows in disguise.

Wrap your towel tight—
it won’t save you now.
Do panic, darling—
bow to the wow.

What a shit show…
Do panic now.

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* "daddy", fyi is a real world reference, to the latest Trump Superstore Hot Swag Super Sale, featuring a shirt with his favorite psycho face and the word DADDY in large letters underneath! #truestory