Farewell to Billy Kibbles

Oh, Billy Kibbles, king of the night. With a smirk

on your face, you turn wrong to right. Sitting there on your throne,

casting shadows and doubt. Spitting venomous words, that's what you're about.

With a laugh that echoes like a rusty old bell. Hating on the

nation, spreading your hell. You twist and you shout like a spoiled little

brat. With your modern day Grinch vibe, ain't no room for that.

Hey, Billy Kibbles, you think you're the best. But you're just

a gringo putting folks to the test. If you hate this country so