Danger

Danger Danger here on planet earth

There's a singer songwriter epidemic and they claim it's getting worse

We cannot move for heartfelt lyrics soft and sweet indulgent gimmicks

The song would be over but there's not enough of me yet in it

And so he picked up the phone and haggled lady if it's true

Then 555 vinkloore and no less I might just do the work

That no one else would dare to contemplate

I will create a serum that I know shall break their need

To sing to where others be gathered in a room

And recite a set of bloated impending doom

They shall no more preach messages