Around he screwed…
wasted much time.
He is not sentient,
but excellent at crime.
And bad mistakes—
he’s made a slew.
And yet each day, we see his ugly face
on tube anew.

We are the champions; his bent
was not fight what wouldn’t relent.
So, we’re the champions,
yes we’re the champions.
We’re big time losers,
’cause we are the champions on the verge.

This snake is a clown;
ignorance he bawls.
His only mission is making money—that’s the all of it.
Salvation stalls.

In his head there is no gnosis…
can’t take real news.
This idiot is a challenge, a grotesque to the human race,
who’s gonna make us lose.

We are the champions of death
folks needlessly fight for their last breath.
We are the champions,
yes we’re the champions.
We’re big time losers,
’cause we are the champions of the scourge.