Come to the land where the freak-people dwell,
See how they dwell in the great unwell,
A strange little place called Clover.
See how they break every law of every land,
See how they sift through the world like sand,
Sinking, sinking, sinking,
To hell and beyond the shores of Avalon.
No one is safe, no price is too great
Your soul may be at stake...
Nothing is sacred, the humor is sacrilege,
In the dystopian land of Clover.
It's past where the sidewalk ends,
Between the hours of midnight and dawn, darker than pitch black,
In the abyss of Clover, a most enigmatic rarity...