02. s t r I k e f o r c e.

Mister Jimmy you're out of touch.

Mr. Chaos you're out of God.

Ms. Divine, you're not enough

Ms. Monroe, you're out of love

A dozen is a dozen

Hallmark roses

I still love my ‘ol Miss Molly

I still love my golden trophy

Mr. Trump,

You're out of touch

Mr. Moore,

You're out of line

Ms. Monroe, you're not enough

Mr. God, you're out of love

But I still love my ol' Miss Molly

I still love my golden trophy

I still love my Hollywood,

Golden boys

I still love my silver screen

And golden eras,

I still love my world before love

I still like my alma mater

But i'll never ever love her

I put out for dear Miss Molly

I get up for four-door wallets

I belong to none or nothing

I should die, I don't belong her

I still call her over after

Don't belong here under, over

I still love my golden boys though

I still love my golden trophy

Mister Jimmy, you're out of touch.