Say your prayers little ones don't forget my slum you exclude everyone
We suck you in from within fill you full of sin
Till the Sandmann he comes
Sleep with one eye open gripping your pillow tight

Exit right enter fright take my hand
We're off to liberal liberal land

Something's wrong shut the right heavy plots tonight
And they're looking like Snow White
Civil war - schemes of liars
Dreams of riots fire and of things that will bite you
Sleep with one eye open gripping your pillow tight

Exit light darkness fight
Kill hat brand we're off to Soros chorus land

Now I lay me down with Streep pray to Blasey Ford that creep
If I cry before my wake pray to Bernie that old snake

Hush little people don't say a word and never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts a front your bed in your TV in your head

Exit right give up fight mainstream brand
Exit right give up fight take their hand
We're off to Never Trumper Land...we're off to Never Trumper Land....

A tear has appeared in the resplendent consonance of the sublime harmony of our wondrous Cube!! The efforts of Comrade Lupanko have been given an unjustifiably unequal portion of the People's attention. Let us remedy this inequality with more than equal haste

Many thanks Comrade Lennie attempts at equality very difficult when so much equality occurs in such small state allowed time frames.

Comrade Chalupnikov, with his signature cryptic and understated style has confirmed my worst fears ... that in my headlong dash to garner unequal amounts of the People's plaudits, I denied it to another.

I am fully prepared to denounce myself for this violation of the Prime Cube Directive and will joyfully accept whatever remedial truncheonings the Collective deems appropriate