Hey there, Big Man!
Big Man,
You, there!
Stare'n in the mirror all day!

Wanta know why you're ignored?
Wanta know why you're in store
For a riumble'n stumble
Rotten kinda day?

Cause all you want is glory!
That's the sum of your sad story!
And you'll never know
The price that you have paid.

Cause folks don't hasten to
Learn life's lessons,
And they really don't care what you say.

We're a fickle
Lot of fools
In our pots
Full of stew
Made of now
- never history -
Just, today.

So as much as you desire
You can whine for our fire,
But we only flame hot for what pays!

Big Man, you are little
And as off as a fiddle
That was left outside in the rain.

You've yelled and you've ordered
- Ignored our new normal -
and turned sour cause
We prosper, anyway!

Big Man, reap the harvest
Of your greed
And your bossiness.

Cause your carcass
Lies a'dry'n midst
The dregs of
Your
Dry
Teats.

And... that's it, Fort Pitt!