L7 - Dispatch from Mar-a-Lago

Warning
Warning
Warning

Hey, bro
Take that dispatch from Mar-a-Lago
I know
Got your message from Mar-a-Lago

Stormin' the gates
Stormin' the gates
Stormin' the gates

In my room, flyin' the drone
Little blue birds blowin' up my phone
It's a fluke, we're not under attack
Apparently this universe is gettin' fat

Hey, bro
Take that dispatch from Mar-a-Lago
I know
Got your message from Mar-a-Lago

S.O.S. from a golden throne
Mogul's in deep shit, he's all alone
It's not good, a riot in fact
The whole friggin' country club is under attack

Warning, warning
Shelter in place

Hey, bro
It's gettin' real at Mar-a-Lago
I know
Stormin' the gates of Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago
Stormin' the gates
Mar-a-Lago
Stormin' the gates
Mar-a-Lago
Stormin' the gates

Stormin' the gates at Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago
Mar-a-Lago
Mar-a-Lago

Stormin' the gates at Mar-a-Lago