The green is so bright it hurts my spleen

And makes my eyes feel like their gonna bleed

Green is the color of the aliens the FBI freed

Me and John stuck like a deer in headlights

Flight or Fight but we choose standing in fright

What do we do? Who do we call?

My legs buckling from under me causing me to fall

Because this is just like one of my acid trips

We can’t leave the park till we beat them

John we gotta swiss cheese em’