The iguana's defected
To the other side
It was rather expected
And no big surprise
But I'm saddened to learn
The words of the tortoise
She has no real intention
To further support us

Amassing armor on the beachhead I'm telling you
Those crabs intend to give us hell
So I asked the ocean why
And the ocean replied
The strange ways of the bottom feeder
One can never tell

The letters were written
Large enough for the gods to see
And they answered you in kind
Sincerely

So I drew a circle
Said cross it if you dare
I know I'm vastly outnumbered
But truly I do not care

Conscripted to the army of the spider
Armada of the eel
Church of the tooth
Church of the tooth
They intend to give us hell