Inhuman apes and lyin' louts--
Right or left, all layabouts.
Creeps seem to come from the moon--
Congress of dimwits and goons.

All they do is hang around,
Hagglin' shmucks and stragglin' clowns,
Ghastly, nasty bags of gas.
Vote for them--your ass is grass.

Yeah, each one a hood, crook, or shill
Lookin' down from The Hill.
"F*ck the people, we got our reward!"
F*ck the country, these bloated gnomes.

Hill of fools, hill of stools.

This stupid place you have to mount.
This dreck proves your vote don't count.
It's a type of doggle, boon.
Dog mess in each conference room.

Hill of fools, hill of stools,
Hill of fools, shilling tools.

Slimy whores--
Hill's gonna breach you from the behind,
Yeah, that is your reward.
Hill of fools. . . .