Текст песни Panicked Pack of Paranoid Pachyderms - Pfft.

As evening descends
On the concrete jungle
There's magic in the air
And Tummies start to grumble
The herd knows Golden Corral
Best cure for their hunger
They will feast on pork pot pies
And tear all meats asunder

But all of the mirth, was swiftly dispersed
The horde held aghast at the looming calamity
The kitchen - has - no more meat
A nightmare situation, A worst case scenario
Ravenous Masses outraged by the abject horror

And this was the moment
That everyone
Went
Fucking crazy

White indignation turned conflagration
Capacity crowd restaurant rumble
Primal brutality mass murder tragedy
30 lives ended mercilessly

The fury of the panicked Pachyderm