Our nights look yellow with the clouds so dirty in the air,
You couldn't prove theres a moon, if anyone cares.
Korea is black down the old river bed,
Austrailia is now on backwards and our nights skies are red
Russia is our answer but I can't Now get there.
We followed the Incas and our river went dead,
The Astecs fought for the river and we all lost our heads.
Mexicos water will never be the same,
My methods will be harsh and unheard of glory again my name.