Somewhere in Fort Lauderdale...or South Central LA...or Washington DC...
Gregor Kafka woke up as a bug
His neighbors used to give him a shrug
His MAGA Mom pushed him under the rug
To languish in solitude
Sorrow was his only food
Gregor looked out on the day
Unable to move either way
Down was up, up was down to stay
The Interweb was very crude
They made fun of his feeding tube
This isn't normal
This isn't right
The cries echoing in the night
It's the Trumper Squad
The Trumper Squad
His world was a marble trap
His father had invested in MAGA hats
Gregor had to take the rap
In a hole all alone in his room
He licked himself a cocoon
The claws on his hands weighed him down
He fought to stand up in his gown
The folds of his skin made a frown
Perpetually worn while he'd brood
Stood around flapping in the nude
This isn't normal
This isn't right
The cries echoing in the night
It's the Trumper Squad
The Trumper Squad
The lodgers all saw him and fled
His mother said she wished he was dead
They told him it was all in his head
He took an overdose to match his mood
But sorrow was his only food
Gregor lay on his back
Unable to turn and attack
The force of the blow made him crack
And the wound slowly bled out his truth
The sins of his lonely youth
This isn't normal
This isn't right
The cries echoing in the night
It's the Trumper Squad
The Trumper Squad
Gregor woke up as a bug
The YouTube only wanted a sub
His Facebook called him a grub
He tweeted garbled thoughts into the night
And closed down his account without a fight
The county came and sprayed him with Raid
His room fumigation was delayed
Until his parents ultimately paid
But Gregor was doomed by a mood
Sorrow was his only food
He just could not accept:
This isn't normal
This isn't right
The cries echoing in the night
It's the Trumper Squad
The Trumper Squad