Welcome to the Clay, it's an Avenue, Where you might meet the Lord, dark one that is. All perverts are welcome as King Jerry likes, Bing berries, it's a twisted kind of paradise. Take a stroll down the street, watch out for sin, Every corner holds a secret, a dangerous thrill. Don't be fooled by the charm, the smiles that deceive, In this twisted world, nothing is what it seems. King Jerry reigns supreme, with a twisted grin, His kingdom of chaos, where darkness always wins. But if you dare...