More, More Pills For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me" by Linda Ronstadt)

As sung by dope addict Rush Limbaugh, bitter at his former maid who turned him in

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Well, I filled my head with some rich man's crack.
Maid sent, got drugs for me.
But my pain's not done, without some more...
More, more pills for me.

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

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Well, I had a plan; didn't do me good.
I relied on dames.
Maid really burned me over good.
My name's down in flames.

My maid really burned me over good.
I had to fire her, not suspend her.
I'm going to a rehab ward.
Gifts, I will not send her!

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

(instrumental break)

Well, I'd jump for joy for a change in news!
Have they found Osama?
My drug screw-up has my ratings down;
Hate this melodrama.

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

(instrumental break)

No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's drug addiction and illegal procurement of drugs through his maid

All He Needs Is Drugs
(Sung to the tune of "All You Need Is Love" by The Beatles)

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Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Drugs, drugs, drugs...

Rush Limbaugh must now rue what he has done.
Drugs bought from a ring; some rat has sung.
Nothing he can say when he got burned; is his maid to blame?
He's sleazy.

The painkillers were for aches; those pills he craved.
Watch how he behaved; that's why he raved.
Nothing he can do, but he has learned how to beat the crime.
He's sleazy.

All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs, drugs...
Drugs are all he needs.

Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Drugs, drugs, drugs...

All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs, drugs...
Drugs are all he needs.

There's nothing we don't know; his secret's blown.
Rank hypocrisy of his, now shown.
Jail's where he can be; that isn't where they've sent him to be.
He's sleazy...
.
All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs, drugs...
Drugs are all he needs.

All he needs is drugs (all together now)
All he needs is drugs (everybody)
All he needs is drugs, drugs...
Drugs are all he needs.

Drugs are all he needs.
Drugs are all he needs.
Drugs are all he needs.

A druggie, yeah, yeah, yeah...
A druggie, yeah, yeah, yeah...

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The Hype Rush Limbaugh Can't Live Down
(Sung to the tune of "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" by Joan Baez)

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Rush Limbaugh is his name; was addicted to pills for pain.
Always gave lib'rals the blame, and swore he'd attack again.
But his bad news would soon arrive.
Press is hungry; they could eat him alive.
He took for pain, big bunches of pills.
Ignored his crime; hear dissembling from his shills....

The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down.
He's catchin' hell; it's stingin'.
The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down,
Despite the mud he's been slingin'.
We'll sing, "Ha! Look at Rush Limbaugh.
Above the law, are you, Rush Limbaugh?"

Imagine life; penitentiary.
It's one day he dreads to see.
Mind not quick, clumsy; verbose hypocrisy.
Oh, how he whined, 'cause he's flopping good.
Still on on the air, but his money's no good.
He'd take more through greed, to pad his nest.
Scandal forever has shaken this right wing pest...

The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down.
He's catchin' hell; it's stingin'.
The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down,
Despite the mud he's been slingin'.
We'll sing, "Ha! Look at Rush Limbaugh.
Above the law, are you, Rush Limbaugh?"

"Dittoheads are still for me," Rush's working plan;
"But why aren't others for me?"
This crook took the Devil's stand.
Yes, Rush was libertine, loud, depraved.
Right wing blank check paid him, what he craved.
Ensnared in the mud, with crow to eat;
In a haze of pain; propped up by his sheep who bleat...

The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down.
He's catchin' hell; it's stingin'.
The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down,
Despite the mud he's been slingin'.
We'll sing, "Ha! Look at Rush Limbaugh.
Above the law, are you, Rush Limbaugh?"

Rush Is Low Brow
(Sung to the tune of "Buffalo Gals")

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Rush is squawking, "Damn the heat! Damn the heat! Damn the heat!"
The police have corraled his drugs from the street.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

"Rush flopped!" heard; "What a cad!" fans squawk.
Fans now squawk, fans now squawk.
He feat shook up his world of talk.
Now left with gloom is he.

Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

Disaster; for he has no chance.
Has no chance, has no chance.
Rush went splat; and he has no chance.
To fake a drug lecture.

Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

Rush rants at the gal he employed; ain't it shockin'?
At the law he is mockin', for the dope he was stockin'.
Rush rants at the gal he employed; ain't it shockin'?
Still he rants like a right wing buffoon.

Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's drug addiction and illegal procurement of drugs through his maid

Drugs From No Store
(Sung to the tune of "Love In Store" by Fleetwood Mac)

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(instrumental intro)

On his show, you can hear Limbaugh squeal.
His drug dealing's been found.
He sent his maid to pick his drugs up.
He bought his pills by the pound.
(He bought his pills by the pound.)

Rush can't buy them... anymore.
He should be jail-bound.
He bought his drugs from no store.

From what he has done, he should be dealt
Without hypocrisy.
In jail, he'd see his own fat melt.
He's scared of feeling that way.
(He's scared of feeling that way.)

Rush can't buy them... anymore.
He should be jail-bound.
He bought his drugs from no store.

Lawmen take his drugs away.
Makin' him crazy.
Lawmen, take his drugs away.

Rush can't buy them... anymore.
He should be jail-bound.
He bought his drugs from no store.

Lawmen take his drugs away.
Makin' him crazy.
Lawmen, take his drugs away.

Rush can't buy them... anymore.
He should be jail-bound.
He bought his drugs from no store.

My Pills
(Sung to the tune of "My Girl" by The Temptations)

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As sung by Rush Limbaugh, the doped-up Dope:

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Hey, it's pill time...
Keep those crowds away.
Though they're sold outside,
I got these pills, my way.

Pain kept at bay;
What can make me feel this way?
My pills... (my pills... my pills...)
Talkin' 'bout my pills... (my pills).

I've got so much money.
Maid got drugs for me.
I've got to cheat as long,
As my words can deceive.

Pain kept at bay;
What can make me feel this way?
My pills... (my pills... my pills...)
Talkin' 'bout my pills... (my pills).

(Background vocals sung over instrumental break:)
(Stay away... I won't say...)

Yes, I need more money.
Selling lies, cash for fame.
Lies bought all my riches, baby;
Through rants, I aim.

Pain kept at bay;
What can make me feel this way?
My pills... (my pills... my pills...)
Talkin' 'bout my pills... (my pills).

(Talkin' 'bout my pills...)
Talkin' bout, talkin' bout...
(Talkin' 'bout my pills...)

(fade)

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's self-admitted drug addiction and their possibly illegal procurement

Fool Poppin' Pills
(Sung to the tune of "Fool On The Hill" by The Beatles)

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Say, what'd he say?
Addicted to pills?
That man did the foolish sin;
Still gets support from his shills.

Hypocrisy doesn't slow him;
We can see that he's just a fool.
And Rush never gives an answer.

He's the fool poppin' pills.
It's no fun bein' put down.
He spouts lies from his head;
Right wing world's spinning clown.

Ten pills a day;
Head in the clouds.
That man of a thousand vices;
Squawking dittohead crowd.

Hypocrisy doesn't slow him.
The press hounds now will jeer this fake.
And Rush never dreamed we'd notice

He's the fool poppin' pills.
It's no fun bein' put down.
He spouts lies from his head;
Right wing world's spinning clown.

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Republicans scream they like him;
You can tell they won't taunt or boo.
His radio shows aren't dealing with

The fool poppin' pills.
It's no fun bein' put down.
He spouts lies from his head;
Right wing world's spinning clown.

Whoever listens, fools them
Rush knows that they are fools.
'Cause they are not rich, like him.

The fool poppin' pills.
It's no fun bein' put down.
He spouts lies from his head;
Right wing world's spinning clown.

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's self-admitted drug addiction scandal

Drug Addicted Is Rush
(Sung to the tune of "Addicted To Love" by Robert Palmer)

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Shone light upon... scandal hit home.
You'll find... what made Rush moan.
His fans fret... 'bout his mistakes.
The right wing's pissed... gives him headaches.

Ditto sheep... how they bleat.
Without a doubt... they'll just leap.
Loaded with spite... they disbelieve.
They'll boo and hiss... but Rush, they'll heed.

Rush would like to think that he's immune from the law - oh, yeah!
It's closer to the truth to say, "It's scandal, Limbaugh!"
Dittoheads will have to face it: drug addicted is Rush.

The right wing whine... about the deed:
Drug-running... by maid, for greed.
On dark streets... of drugs and crime.
What about this? Some fans say, "Fine" (a one-track mind)

Rush rants... Rush raves...
Hallucinogens... are all he craves.
He feels numb... hears the boos
From his kind... hates to lose.

Rush would like to think that he's immune from the law - oh, yeah!
It's closer to the truth to say, "It's scandal, Limbaugh!"
Dittoheads will have to face it: drug addicted is Rush.

Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.

Shone light upon... scandal hit home.
You'll find... what made Rush moan.
His fans fret... 'bout his mistakes.
The right wing's pissed... gives him headaches.

Rush would like to think that he's immune from the law - oh, yeah!
It's closer to the truth to say, "It's scandal, Limbaugh!"
Dittoheads will have to face it: drug addicted is Rush.

Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's self-admitted drug addiction and their possibly illegal procurement

You Gotta Sell Me Pills
(Sung to the tune of "I Put A Spell On You" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

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"You gotta sell me pills!"
Rush Limbaugh whined.
Law put a stop to the things he's doin'.
No more lyin'.
Yeah....

He ain't gonna fake anymore:
Drugs have been found.
He ain't gonna fake anymore.
Press, a bloodhound.
"You gotta sell me pills!"
Rush Limbaugh whined.

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Dedicated to the Cubs fan who was unfairly vilified for deflecting a foul ball during Game 6 of the 2003 NLCS playoffs, prior to a big rally by the Florida Marlins that doomed the Chicago Cubs

Touched A Foul Ball That Had Come My Way
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through The Park One Day")

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As sung by the vilified Cubs fan:

Touched a foul ball that had come my way.
Well, I never knew there'd be a play.
Alou didn't catch his prize;
Me, they blame and they despise.
In a moment, the ball game had slipped away.

The vile things fans said to me!
(Marlins took the extra out with glee.)
Of course, we're unhappy as can be.
(Florida said they would welcome me.)

Arrgghhh!
Cubs' security said, "Change your hat.
Go slip away in the dark."
No one ever will forget;
I'm blamed for bringing doom.
I may never ever come back to that park.

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I Don't Abuse Drugs
(Sung to the tune of "I Want A New Drug" by Huey Lewis & The News)

As sung by dope fiend Rush Limbaugh to his dittohead fans:

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As sung by self-admitted dope addict Rush Limbaugh to his dittohead fans:

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I don't abuse drugs.
I got hooked real quick.
On the air, I'm a right wing star.
Criticism makes me sick.

I don't abuse drugs.
Once I looked overfed.
What I earn with my mouth is high.
It's what I prize: more bread.

Scandal is making me nervous;
Wonderin' what to do.
Scandal makes me feel like I feel when people boo.
So, I'll atone for you.

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I don't abuse drugs.
Pain, I must kill.
Prescriptions cost too much,
But I got my fill.

I don't abuse drugs.
But the tabloids all say:
Sent my maid out to score at night;
Bought me drugs on the cheap, my way.

Scandal is making me nervous;
Wonderin' what to do.
Scandal makes me feel like I feel when people boo.
So, I'll atone for you.

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I don't abuse drugs.
And I won't, if I could.
Pop a pill when I feel real bad.
Pop a pill so I'll feel real good.

I don't abuse drugs,
And there is no doubt.
Won't deny that I did do drugs,
'Cause I've been found out.

Scandal is making me nervous;
Wonderin' what to do.
Scandal makes me feel like I feel when people boo.
So, I'll atone for you.
I'll atone for you...

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OxyContin

Satire about radio gasbag Rush Limbaugh's self-admitted drug addiction to the opium-derivative narcotic, OxyContin, which he obtained through illegal transactions along with other dope

OxyContin
(Sung to the tune of "The Locomotion" by Little Eva)

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(instrumental intro)

What's Rush Limbaugh doing? Seems in a trance now.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
We know he must have liked it; "special circumstance" now.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
In tabloids, he is blistered now for all to see:
Addicted to illegal drugs from A to Z.
So come on, come on, and boo the OxyContin junkie.

It's got to sting his lips now.
Things gone crazy.
Trumped up? (Trumped up?)
Not fact? (Not fact?)
Well, it's true, Rush Limbaugh's eye is black, and so-o...

Now that it's all true that he took pills for pain, now
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
The tabloids caused commotion for his dittoheads' brains now.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
Rush's vice was sleazy and he lost control.
He had a drug addiction, and it took its toll.
So come on, come on, and boo the OxyContin junkie.

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He's the right wing boor hooked on OxyContin.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
Pissed off many fans, and he knows he can't win.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
Rush Limbaugh used to rant, "Drugs are sleazy to do!"
He's really quite unhappy now that some fans boo.
So come on, come on, and boo the OxyContin junkie.

He's been taking too much OxyContin...
He's been taking too much OxyContin...
He's been taking too much OxyContin...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Inspired by the vindictiveness of the Bush Administration (allegedly Karl Rove), who leaked the identity of CIA covert operative Valerie Plame in order to exact revenge on her husband, former Ambassador Joe Wilson, who opposed Bush's Iraq War

Bush Buddies Are So Bitter
(Sung to the tune of "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon)

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Bush buddies are so bitter.
Hate makes them mad, head to chest.
Bush buddies, we mean: Karl Rove and crew;
Slaves at Shrub's behest.

They are so crooked,
They're just astounding.
They'll try to hide from discovery.
When Bush got his nose tweaked;
A spy then Rove leaked.
This creep revealed Plame's secret to the Right.

'Cause, Bush buddies are so bitter.
Through dumb crimes, they're up to no good.
Bush buddies' sh*t fit; spite from Rove and crew.
They just did it 'cause they could.

The way that Bush toadies
Prove that they are toadies:
Be blind apparatchiks - follow W.
Spin keeps Bush a-running.
They'll just keep it humming.
What they've learned through coup:
What kings can do.

Bush buddies are so bitter.
Hate makes them mad, head to chest.
Bush buddies, we mean: Karl Rove and crew;
For Bush Baby, Slaves at Shrub's behest.

Slaves at Shrub's behest...
Slaves at Shrub's behest...
Slaves at Shrub's behest...
Slaves at Shrub's behest...

(repeat last line and fade)

The Bushie Way Wants War
(Sung to the tune of "Yesterday Once More" by The Carpenters)

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(instrumental intro)

A pile of dung still hisses: right wing radio.
They want war; debate is "wrong."
Undismayed bein' strung along; they're in denial.

We've heard such crap, at times; wonder how low they'd go.
How they thunder, dusk-to-dawn.
They'll attack again, to help their right wing friends.
Right wing throngs now raising hell...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

They have practiced their part,
Ripping their foes apart.
All they have to do is lie.
Shrub sucked before.
The Bushie way wants war.
(Shrub is a lightweight... Shrub is a lightweight...)

Lookin' back at how it was; three years gone by,
When our good times turned to bad.
Bush's way seems raving mad; so much deranged.
See these throngs for Shrub, who is a king to them.
They are mesmerized - this herd.
Bush Team felonies: they'd out a spy, for glee.
They just felt, through fear, they'd stay...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

All these Bush felonies;
They'll pay dearly, you'll see.
To get even, they'll just lie.
They'll strike the poor.
The Bushie way wants war.
(Shrub is a lightweight...)

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine
(Only cronies get goodies!)
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
(Only cronies get goodies!)
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time.

(repeat chorus and fade)

The latest Bush scandal: widespread rumors against Bush advisor Karl Rove for allegedly commiting a federal felony by leaking the identity of a CIA covert operative Valerie Plame to columnist Robert Novak, as revenge against her husband Joe Wilson for opposing the war on Iraq

Rove Should Be Demoted And Soon
(Sung to the tune of "Hopelessly Devoted To You" by Olivia Newton-John)

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Our spy's identity was broken;
Unwise for Bush's staff to try.
Things will get worse for those
Who exposed what our spies do...
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The Bushies are all fools for shilling.
They push around and hate; it's true.
Bush Baby cannot see:
There's no time left for Rove and crew.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Right now... there's nowhere to hide.
Polls for Bush: downward they slide.
It fills him with dread.
Rove should be demoted, and soo-oo-oo-oon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Bush said, while praying, "We'll protect him.
Let's start the shredding; courts won't know.
Hold on to my friend; that's what I intend to do."
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Right now... there's nowhere to hide.
Polls for Bush: downward they slide.
It fills him with dread.
Rove should be demoted, and soo-oo-oo-oon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Mockin' Shrub's Oil War
(Sung to the tune of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan)

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(instrumental intro)

Osama had attacked, awfully.
Bush then used that... to make war.
Bush kept things dark; too dark for us to see.
It feels ripe for mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Osama's on the run; can't be found.
Iraq looting; guerilla war.
Rush scandal cloud is comin' down.
It feels ripe for mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.

(repeat verses and fade)

A Little More War
(Sung to the tune of "A Little More Love" by Olivia Newton-John)

The MIDI accompaniment was sequenced by my good friend, Ron Tilden - Click HERE

(instrumental intro)

Right... wing's draggin' its feet.
Irate... troops moan in the heat.
We know... Bush just had to have his way.
Troops just want to come home.
No, Bush wants them to stay.

But it gets Bush nowhere... the status quo.
Iraq is nowhere... our troops can go.
Will a little more war make him... hike war spending?
Will a little more war bring a... happy ending?
Will a little more war make things right?
Will a little more war make things right?

Blair... bombing innocents, so...
Now... now the whole wide world will know...
He's trapped; trapped in the hell of his lies.
Couldn't find Iraq arms;
It's a web of Bush lies.

But it gets Bush nowhere... the status quo.
Iraq is nowhere... our troops can go.
Will a little more war make him... hike war spending?
Will a little more war bring a... happy ending?
Will a little more war make things right?
Will a little more war make things right?

(repeat chorus and fade)