“Anti-vax!” is the scold from the wacky clan,
their heads in the sand as they take a stand.
“Our kids won’t get sticks ’cause our liberty
on ain’t gonna be tread—f**k society!!”

Their kids could start attacks,
’cause their folks can’t abide
science; if we relax:
the prospects of a pestilential tide.

Would be good to stop wacks from all their fallacies
and be good to stop wacks from their all fantasies.

Would be good to stop wacks from all their fantasies
and be good to stop wacks from their all fallacies.

Their kids could start attacks,
it’s because their folks side
with people with no facts;
it’s with magical thinking they abide.

Would be good to stop wacks from all their fallacies
and be good if the wacks regained their sanity.

“Science?! Nah!”