Squank

Woman, grab your children
Run and hide
Don't let it catch up with you
You got to fight it to stay alive
If it gets you, man, you're through
It smells so rotten and rank
Well, everybody calls it the squank

It's sick, depressive
Gettin' bigger all the time
Don't help it any way you can
It's grey and brown and sometimes lime
And it's spreadin' all over the land
And soon we'll all be breathin' out of tanks
If somethin' ain't done about the squank

The meanest thing that was ever bred
By me and you and our kinfolk, too
A monster can't live unless it's fed
And it's being fed by me and by you
And soon it's gonna leave the world blank
And we'll all be erased by the squank



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Writer(s): Billy Gibbons, Joe Michael Hill, Bill Ham
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