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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(instrumental intro)

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.



(instrumental break)

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...



(instrumental fade)