Big War Man
(Sung to the tune of "Guitar Man" by Bread)

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Who talks so loud and acts so proud (crazy)? It's the Big War Man.
Who's gonna steal the oil, the spoils? Just see, it's the Big War Man.
World hates the Shrub, and he wonders why.
Where his bombs rain down, brown-skinned people die.
War just keeps him crowin' - oil cronies play.
He'd steal another race, to stay.

Fight after fight, the looney Right's crazy for their Big Oil Man.
Rush on the radio says, "Hey, listen to our Big War Man."
When his bombs came down, joy was on his face.
He thinks might makes right, and he has God's grace.
Arguments keep shiftin,' as we hear him say:
"If I say you're wrong, you'll pay!"

Bush won't listen to world viewpoints, 'cause his type can't get along.
Diplomacy's demeaning to his screeching right wing throng.
World rejects his war hawk message, 'cause Iraq is not his own.
This plays at home...

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World hates the Shrub, dropping bombs from high.
World King whose crown says brown skins must die.
What the hell's he provin'? Everyone must know:
Stealing oil's what makes him go.

Soon the right wing starts to bicker; Bush's scandals get to him.
Shrub's blustering will falter; his excuses get too thin.
But he hopes no one will notice, he's just got to find another war to stay...
War is his way... for him to stay...
War is his way... for him to stay...
War is his way... for him to stay...

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Let 'Em Bleed
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Be" by The Beatles)

As sung by Emperor Dubya:

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When my polls are down and I'm in trouble,
Rove and Cheney counsel me:
"War preserves our freedom, let 'em bleed."
Dick Perle, the Prince of Darkness,
Now is speaking right in front of me:
"War preserves our freedom, let 'em bleed.
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
Screw Iraqi freedom, let 'em bleed."

So screw those foreign smart-mouthed people,
Marching, who all say to me:
"War is not the answer!" Let 'em bleed!
They're focus groups, retarded.
They're no good, like France, to oppose me.
War is not the answer?! Let' em bleed!
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
War is not the answer?! Let' em bleed!
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
Screw Iraqi freedom, let 'em bleed.

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And when the Right is pouting
There is still bad light that shines on me.
We'll still win tomorrow, let 'em bleed.
I'll make up words; play war time music.
Rove and Cheney counsel me:
Screw Iraqi freedom, let 'em bleed.
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
War is not the answer?! Let' em bleed!
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
Screw Iraqi freedom, let 'em bleed.

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No Matter What, Wants War
(Sung to the tune of "No Matter What" by Badfinger)

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No matter what, wants war;
That's the will of W.
All in tatters by his crew: world.
Our world, Bush screwed.

No matter what issue,
Bush has held no moral ground.
Though the force of arms will pound... this world,
They still refuse.

Bush crown, we hope will fall.
War now helps him "stand tall."
Bluster will say,
Bluster will "free,"
Bluster will do.

If we all gave him hell;
Deny help to W.
Dumb king would flee,
Dumb king would flee,
Dumb king would flee...

No matter what, wants war.
That's the will of W.
All in tatters by his crew: world.
Our world, Bush screwed.

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Bush crown, we hope will fall.
War now helps him "stand tall."
Bluster will say,
Bluster will "free,"
Bluster will do.

If we all gave him hell;
Deny help to W.
Dumb king would flee,
Dumb king would flee,
Dumb king would flee...

No matter what, wants war.
That's the will of W.
All in tatters by his crew: world.
Our world, Bush screwed.
Our world, your world, Bush screwed.

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Our world, your world, Bush screwed.
Our world, your world, Bush screwed.

Plans That End In War
Satire about the Bush cronies profiteering from endless war, i.e. Halliburton and the Carlyle Group
(Sung to the tune of "That's What Friends Are For" by Dionne Warwick & Friends)

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Their lies... have been caught - still got their way.
And as far as they're concerned,
They're still mad at France and say,
"Exposed our deceit? We loathe you!"
Though they tried, protests won't go away.
Bushies close their eyes and cry:
"Just go away, Bush rules today!" (since installed 2K December)...

They're smiling, while linin' their own pockets.
Cronies count on Bush... for sure.
Plans that end in war.
From good times... to bad times,
Bush started our slide, as our debts soar.
Plans that end in war.

Through war, they distract from corporate sleaze.
Shrub's insane, the world agrees.
Middle East has oil they'll sieze.
Bush's cronies say, "Hey, thank you."
Again, for war crimes, those who took part,
Let's expose their lies and show
Atrocities are off the chart,
Again, the world will remember...

They're smiling, while linin' their own pockets.
Cronies count on Bush... for sure.
Plans that end in war.
From good times... to bad times,
Bush started our slide, as our debts soar.
Plans that end in war.

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Neo-Con Dance
Satire about the neoconservative cabal that seized power in the Dubya Bush administration
(Sung to the tune of "Neutron Dance" by The Pointer Sisters)

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Now their aims are naked; they want war.
Although they've been mocked, they want more.
Their war crimes must stop, and they must pay.
'Cause they worked so hard to make war every way.

Whoo-ooh... whoo-ooh...

On Iraq, bombs falling from the sky.
On Iran, they will start the war-talk grind.
Want to roll on Syria today.
What they want to do, the world has no say.

Whoo-ooh... whoo-ooh...

(Chorus:)
If you're in their way, they'll try to bring regime change.
Now it's hard to find world strength to draw the line.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.



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Industry won't pay a price that's fair.
All the common people breathe polluted air.
Right wing nuts with power beyond your dreams.
The world dreads their part in war hawk schemes.

If you're in their way, they'll try to bring regime change.
Now it's hard to find world strength to draw the line.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.

Whoo-ooh... whoo-ooh...
They conspire...
They conspire...

If you're in their way, they'll try to bring regime change.
Now it's hard to find world strength to draw the line.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.

Right wing stole our pot of gold for free.
Bush will get his due; have him relieved.
Shrub's so happy doin' the neo-con dance.
The world is burning, rueing the neo-con dance.
Shrub's so happy doin' the neo-con dance.
The world is burning, rueing the neo-con dance...



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Iraq Is Mine
(Sung to the tune of "The Girl Is Mine" by Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney)
By Alvin Dover & W. Tong

As sung by King George Bush and his British poodle, Prime Minister Tony Blair:

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(Bush:)
Every night Saddam had filled my dreams.
Plotted for war from the start.
I'm so proud I was the Chosen One
Who has torn Iraq apart.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Iraq is mine...
Tony, their goddamn oil is mine

(Tony Blair:)
I don't understand the way you think.
Saying Iraq oil's yours, not mine.
Winning war votes through your killing teams.
Dubya, do not waste my time.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.

(Blair:)
You got your war through me (though it wasn't fair).

(Bush:)
No, I got it friendlessly (I don't want to share).

(Bush and Blair:)
Iraq must follow me...
Just one crown.

(Bush:)
Not for both, so don't blather.
War I've won, little brother.
It's my way, and no other.
Cause it's my world, not yours whatsoever.

(Blair:)
You built up my hopes to be let down.
We could be charged with war crimes.

(Bush):
I had to tell you I'm the Conqueror.
You've been had, that's what you'll find.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.

(Bush and Blair:)
It's mine... it's mine....
No, no, no, it's mine....
Iraq is mine... Iraq is mine...
Iraq is mine... Iraq is mine...

(Blair:)
The oil is mine, yep, it's mine...
The oil is mine, yep it's mine...

(Bush:)
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.
Their oil is mine, the oil is mine...

(Blair, spoken:)
Dubya, we're not going to fight about this, okay?

(Bush, spoken:)
Tony, I thought I told you, I'm a ruler, you're a spider.

(Blair, protesting:)
No one would fall for war, Dubya.
You told me that I'm your more clever "brother," since last November....

(Bush, sneering:)
Well, after helping me, you're dead. Hey, I've got three other brothers.

(Blair, shocked:)
You've left me for dead?

(Bush, sneering:)
Don't you dread it? Poll booth reaming!

(Blair, singing dejectedly:)
I don't be-lieeeeeeve it!

(Bush and Blair:)
Their oil is mine (mine, mine...)
Their oil is mine (mine, mine...)

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King Of Iraq
Satire about retired general Jay Garner, slated by Bush to be the viceroy of post-Saddam Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "King of the Road" by Roger Miller

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War hawk of right wing bent,
Pal of Bush the pResident.
Star Wars, his former pet.
Iraq prize, his biggest yet.
Now hear: Bush says there is no room, 'cause the
U.N.'s gonna get the broom.
Garner plans to be the proxy
King of Iraq.

Iraq czar's pet refrain:
"Military is the main
Way to solve all issues."
Neo-cons all share such views.
Warhawk old fogies still around;
Served Bush Daddy, duty-bound.
Garner plans to be the proxy
King of Iraq.

Iraq war was engineered to numb your brain.
War killed children, all done in our names;
"Collateral damage" in every town.
Bush bombed Iraq; their oil's been hocked; they're colony-bound.

War hawk of right wing bent,
Pal of Bush the pResident.
Star Wars, his former pet.
Iraq prize, his biggest yet.
Now hear: Bush says there is no room, 'cause the
U.N.'s gonna get the broom.
Garner plans to be the proxy
King of Iraq.

Iraq war was engineered to numb your brain.
War killed children, all done in our names;
"Collateral damage" in every town.
Bush bombed Iraq; their oil's been hocked; they're colony-bound.

War hawk of right wing bent,
Pal of Bush the pResident.
Star Wars, his former pet.
Iraq prize, his biggest yet.
Now hear: Bush says there is no room, 'cause the
U.N.'s gonna get the broom.
Garner plans to be the proxy
King of Iraq...
King of Iraq...
King of Iraq...

I'll Go It Alone Now
Satire about Dubya's arrogant, bullying unilateralist foreign policy
(Sung to the tune of "I Think We're Alone Now" by Tommy James & The Shondells)

As sung by Emperor Dubya to the world:

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World, behave!
Watch what you say, don't stick together.
God hears what I pray.
You don't understand, because I'll

Conquer nations fast as I can.
You got oil? We'll bomb and steal your land.
You can't run away, we'll force a fight.
You'd better disarm - we'll surround you;
Make you crumble to the ground.
That's why I say...

I'll go it alone now.
All enemies I see will be pushed arou-ound.
I'll go it alone now.
I'll jail bleeding hearts; they won't make a sou-ound.

I'll get my way.
Don't have to hide what I'm doin',
'Cause what will you say?
Can't stop what I'll do, because I'll

Conquer nations fast as I can.
You got oil? We'll bomb and steal your land.
You can't run away, we'll force a fight.
You'd better disarm - we'll surround you;
Make you crumble to the ground.
That's why I say...

I'll go it alone now.
All enemies I see will be pushed arou-ound.
I'll go it alone now.
I'll jail bleeding hearts; they won't make a sou-ound.

I'll go it alone now.
All enemies I see will be pushed arou-ound.
I'll go it alone now.
I'll jail bleeding hearts; they won't make a sou-ound.

Conquer nations fast as I can.
You got oil? We'll bomb and steal your land.
You can't run away, we'll force a fight.
You'd better disarm - we'll surround you;
Make you crumble to the ground.
That's why I say...

I'll go it alone now.
All enemies I see will be pushed arou-ound.
I'll go it alone now.
I'll jail bleeding hearts; they won't make a sou-ound.

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Hegemon
Hegemon (noun) : one who practices hegemony - the domination of one state over its allies
(Sung to the tune of the theme from the "Pokemon" TV show)

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G.W.B. is whom we detest,
Like no one ever was.
He's hatched plans for all the rest
Who will not join his cause.
He's Hegemon; he'll conquer lands
Through power, if defied.

Hegemon! Wants to conquer all.
G.W.B. now crows, "War's my destiny.
Big Oil is my best friend;
It's their world we must defend."
Hegemon! Wants to conquer all.
His right wing crew encouraged a worldwide coup.
Impeach George and impeach Dick!
Hegemon!
Wants to conquer all.
Wants to conquer all.

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Roasting You
(Sung to the tune of "Close To You" by The Carpenters)

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War hawk words, sullen and so weird.
For war crimes, you are jeered.
Look and see:
The world will be... roasting you.

Why do bombs...
Fall down from the sky,
On Iraq? Must you lie?
Look and see:
The world will be... roasting you...

Nowadays, the world has sworn
To change things for the better.
They will work for peace, not hate; but you refuse.
Bush, your sickening foreign affairs
Has stolen our rights and war time's a ruse.

Say goodbye to your stolen crown.
In '04, you'll go down.
Look and see:
Voters will be... roasting you.

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Nowadays, the world has sworn
To change things for the better.
They will work for peace, not hate; but you refuse.
Bush, your sickening foreign affairs
Has stolen our rights and war time's a ruse.

Say goodbye to your stolen crown.
In '04, you'll go down.
Look and see:
Voters will be... roasting you.

Look and see:
Voters will be... roasting you.

Look and see:
Voters will be...
Roasting you.

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Duh... Duh-buh-ya...
Roasting you...

Duh... Duh-buh-ya...
Roasting you...

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Iraqis Chose To Fight
(Sung to the tune of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by The Tokens)

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(Lead vocal:)
Oil war freedom? "Iraqi Freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war freedom? "Iraqi Freedom" means just bomb away...

(Refrain:)
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away,
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away...

Rummy's bungled.
His war plan's bungled.
Iraqis chose to fight.
Rummy's bungled.
His war plan's bungled.
Iraqis chose to fight.

(Refrain:)
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away,
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away...

(Lead vocal sung during refrain:)
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...

Rummy's scowling.
His war plan's fouling.
Iraqis chose to fight.
Rummy's scowling.
His war plan's fouling.
Iraqis chose to fight.

(Refrain:)
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away,
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away...

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Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...

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More blood spillage.
Bush oil pillage.
Iraqis chose to fight.
More blood spillage.
Bush oil pillage.
Iraqis chose to fight.

(Refrain:)
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away,
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away...

(Lead vocal sung during refrain:)
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...

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Bungled The Cakewalk
(Sung to the tune of "Under The Boardwalk" by The Drifters)

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The Iraq sun beats down and cooks our soldiers in their suits.
A cakewalk this is not, as promised by those neo-conning brutes.
Bungled the cakewalk.
What do we see?
Press has blanketed Bush Baby.
He's still blame-free.

Rumsfeld barks, you'll hear, just from his sound, things aren't going well.
Due to war hawks' haste and war fog, the "Allies" got hell.
Bungled the cakewalk.
What do we see?
Press has blanketed Bush Baby.
He's still blame-free.

Bungled the cakewalk (but bombing's fun)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Shock and Awe hadn't won)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Rummy thought that's enough)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Iraq war's gotten tough)...
Bungled the cakewalk... cakewalk.

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Bungled the cakewalk.
What do we see?
Press has blanketed Bush Baby.
He's still blame-free.

Bungled the cakewalk (but bombing's fun)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Shock and Awe hadn't won)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Rummy thought that's enough)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Iraq war's gotten tough)...
Bungled the cakewalk... cakewalk.

War Feels Good
Inspired by news reports of Bush pumping his fist, saying "Feels good!" when the Iraq war started
(Sung to the tune of "I Feel Good" by James Brown)

As sung by warmonger Dubya Bush:

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Wow! War feels good.
My war gives me wood now.
War feels good.
My war gives me wood now.
So good... so good... for W.

Wow! War feels nice.
Get Saddam on ice.
War feels nice.
Get Saddam on ice.
So nice... so nice... for W.

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Like I've told you, we've got arms.
Precision bombs can't do no wrong.
The arms Dad sold to ol' Saddam
Are old; can't do us much harm.

And war feels nice.
Get Saddam on ice.
War feels nice.
Get Saddam on ice.
So nice, so nice, for W.

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Like I've told you, we've got arms.
Precision bombs can't do no wrong.
The arms Dad sold to ol' Saddam
Are old; can't do us much harm.

Wow! War feels good.
My war gives me wood now.
War feels good.
My war gives me wood now.
So good... so good... for W.

So good... so good... for W.
So good... so good... for W.

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Torn My Battle Plan
(Sung to the tune of "Ramblin' Man" by The Allman Brothers)

As sung by a frustrated Sec. of Defense Don Rumsfeld, who expected an Iraq war to be a cakewalk:

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Iraq has torn my battle plan.
We thought they'd be giving up, like Afghanistan.
They've left us misbelievin'.
No cakewalk like we'd planned.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.

I didn't bother with the brass' plan for this war.
I figured Shock and Awe would get things done.
My war plan's taken a back seat, but I won't discuss.
I thought in six days, we'd have won.

Iraq has torn my battle plan.
We thought they'd be giving up, like Afghanistan.
They've left us misbelievin'.
No cakewalk like we'd planned.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.

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They're gonna pay, those fedayeen - I'm warnin'.
They fight with no rationality.
They're givin' us a good fight on supply lines,
Good Lord!
Civilians that we've killed, the world will see.

Iraq has torn my battle plan.
We thought they'd be giving up, like Afghanistan.
They've left us misbelievin'
No cakewalk like we'd planned.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.

Iraq has torn my battle plan.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.

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Originally posted on 2/11/03, re-posted here with newly acquired MIDI music...

Bush Hasn't Got Time To Explain
(Sung to the tune of "Haven't Got Time For The Pain" by Carly Simon)

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All those crazy right wingers cried, "Saddam's a creep."
Bush will send bombers and fake out sheep for his war.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

We're going now - doesn't matter what we find.
No backing down - he's made up his mind.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

Suffering poll drops is this king; he wants Saddam, dead or alive.
Oil means just how much it costs to survive in this world.
Bush has shown us now, how oil fills his heart with love.
Why won't he 'fess up? We think it's all that he loves.
Black gold pool from heaven.

He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

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War Plan's Been Bungled
Bush's Iraq invasion "cakewalk" by Richard Perle and Don Rumsfeld turns out to be fake talk
(Sung to the tune of "Run Through The Jungle" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

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War in Iraq's a nightmare.
Shock and Awe won't do.
They told Bush: "Our cakewalk's a go."
Said Perle, "We can't lose."

The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
Sold Bush a fantasy.

Generals heard a-grumblin':
"Neo-cons to blame!
Not enough troops or guns were loaded.
Iraq fights - they came!"

The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
Sold Bush a fantasy.

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Quick war they were countin',
All went up in smoke.
The Bush war hawks have no wisdom.
Their war plan's a joke.

The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
Sold Bush a fantasy...

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War Machine
(Sung to the tune of "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson)

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His regime's war-like, 'cause of Bush's team; that is how they're seen
By all mankind; by his words, it seems Bush is the one
Who will dance when his war has been won.
World says Bush is the one
Who will dance when his war has been one.

"Shock and Awe," a game for his war machine, as his hawks all preen.
Wants Saddam dead, oil the prize they dreamed, after they've won.
They will dance when their war has been won.

Other nations told Bush: "Be careful of what you do.
And don't go around breaking treaties apart."
And others tried to tell him: "Brute force is not enough.
And be careful of what you do; soon your lies catch up to you."
Hey!

War machine, oil lovers
Threaten the world, and aims at anyone
Who dismisses the Dim Son.
Bush aims at anyone
Who dismisses the Dim Son.

Count all the ways that Bush tried to fight;
No law was on his side.
Bush had long planned to take Iraq's land
Through schemes and scams.
He will dance when his war has been won.
By taking wrong advice,
This emperor won't ever think twice (won't think twice).

We hear Bush Baby making threats to "spread democracy."
But war front photos show Bush Baby lies.
Lies to the blind;
Those who dance when his war has been won.

Other nations told Bush: "Be careful of what you do.
And don't go around breaking treaties apart."
And Tony Blair stood by him to propel Iraqi doom.
They want it real soon, 'cause Blair could get the broom.
Hey!

War machine, oil lovers
Threaten the world, and aims at anyone
Who dismisses the Dim Son.
Bush aims at anyone
Who dismisses the Dim Son.

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