JUST WALK AWAY D.J.
And when I made the ask about your special day
The day you tried to kill Mike Pence to make him pay
You walked away, D.J.
The sixth of what? Nothing much to say.
The ballroom’s empty and your face has gone all pale:
Guest list’s in jail.
Yes deep inside their cells
The Proud Boys sit
They’ve been condemned to hell
You don’t give a shit
So walk away, D.J.
The shit still follows close behind
As bitter rains burn down upon your weary eyes
You lose your mind.