The iguana's defected To the other side It was rather expected And no big surprise But I'm saddened to learn The words of the tortoise She has no real intention To further support us Amassing armor on the beachhead I'm telling you Those crabs intend to give us hell So I asked the ocean why And the ocean replied The strange ways of the bottom feeder One can never tell The letters were written Large enough for the gods to see And they answered you in kind Sincerely So I drew a circle Said cross it if you dare I know I'm vastly outnumbered But truly I do not care Conscripted to the army of the spider Armada of the eel Church of the tooth Church of the tooth They intend to give us hell