Discord-io-man-i-acs

Come join the followers of Eris and use your pineal gland
To learn the truth and ways to cause chaos through the land
The number five is sacred, the fingers on your hand
We'll form a band...
And make five grand...
And make abrasive sand.

We're the discord-io-man-i-acs
And some of us are slacks
but non of us are quacks
Except Pope Max Flax Beeblewax

Meet Lt. Wilkes and Loopi, with their 50 ft women
PYRiMYD and his Brine Shrimp, who can not spell Kristin
Jeff X. Mink, Schol-R-LEA and lhos are busy postin'
And Doris the Magic Sausage Roll, who's got a golden piston

There's Reverend Father Zoweee Wow, who really works for Zang
Dispair, Stimpy, Hagbard, Guy Fox and Wednesday (you rang?)
White, Harvey, acb, Lupus and the rest of the gang
Then of course there's Grayface, who we'd all like to hang

We're the discord-o-man-i-acs
And we don't pay no tax
When the taxman comes with his axe
We don't give him the facts

You can be a pope as well and start your own cabal
Know the meaning of the golden apple and the Sacred Chao
The Principia Discoria tells you exactly how
And you'll go wow...
(And maybe ow...)
'Cause confusion rules now

Now it's time to make tracks
Ride away on our pet yaks
Nothing sucks like a vax
We're the discord-o-man-i-acs