Guess We’ll Hafta Fake It
(To the tune of We’re Not Gonna Take It – The Who)

Welcome to the camp, I wish I knew why you are here.
It’s run by FEMA, and the ice trucks still aren’t here
Now if you’d follow me, down to the Dining Hall
There’s nothing to eat here, nothing to drink
Just two-hundred thousand sporks

The beds where you bunk, they’re sorry
The blankets rust
And as a special feature, we never dust
And the clothes you think are thermal
Disintegrate in frost
You’re gonna hafta scrounge all the soap that you need
That truck is also lost

Guess we’ll hafta fake it
Guess we’ll hafta fake it

(ch.)
Guess we’ll hafta fake it
Understaffed and over billed
Guess we’ll hafta fake it
‘Cause he fences still ain’t built
Guess we’ll hafta fake it
Understaffed and over billed
Guess we’ll hafta fake it
It’s too late to
Educate you
We’ll just stick you with the bill

You will speak freely, a right you almost killed
Yes we can hear you, our ears ring still
No prisons hold you, save those you yourself create
Thank goodness that Brownie still ain’t in charge
Lest fantasy be fate

Guess we’ll hafta fake it
Guess we’ll hafta fake it

(repeat ch and fade)