A sinister little hands on a bucket an' a mop
A sinister little hands on a bucket an' a mop
Where the blood goes down the drain;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the grifting never stops
The grifting never stops
The grifting
The grifting
The grifting never stops

No mystery why Truth Social crowd is so set upon by con/scam artists.
The sheep did gather there willingly.