I think it’s maybe time to accept the outside world as we knew it is gone, days of roaming the savannah for supplies are off the cards. Toxicity levels may never recover, I suggest we limit supplies of poppers and corn snacks and gather together at this critical time in the shelter.
I’m not a religious person but join in if you know the words.
Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.
For those who’ve been on the poppers
Someone's laughing, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's laughing, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's laughing, Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.
For those in the Carlo thread
Someone's crying, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's crying, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's crying, Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.
For those with tickets to Goodison
Someone's booing, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's booing, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's booing, Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.
For the Mods
Someone's banning, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's banning, Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone's banning, Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay yaaaaaaaaa.