On 11/18/03, over 200,000 protestors in London jeered Dubya's visit to England, as they toppled a statue of Bush in Trafalgar Square, mocking the staged toppling of Saddam's statue in Baghdad

Pulled The Man Down

(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")

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George Bush came a-stalkin' to Blair's Downing Street.
Say! They pulled the man down.
A Dubya statue was toppled, so neat.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Bush has failed, say the English, and he's opposed here.
Say! They pulled the man down.
The U.K.'s not a country that Bush rules through fear.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Pulled the man down (bully),
Pulled the man down.
This man they hate; pulled the man down.
Bush skipped Parliament, 'cause of the things he don't know.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Hundred thousand protestors who want Bush out now.
Say! They pulled the man down.
Bush in Britain to show it's their Queen who must bow.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Bush's oil war was mocked out in Trafalgar Square.
Say! They pulled the man down.
Bush's lying mendacity doesn't play ther.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Pulled the man down (bully), pulled the man down.
This man they hate; pulled the man down.
Bush thought his re-electioh would be safe by now.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

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Lampooning the abysmal environmental records of Dubya as governnor of Texas and pResident, and Jeb Bush as governor of Florida

Polluted Rivers And Clear-Cut Woods
(Sung to the tune of "Over The River And Through The Woods")

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Polluted rivers and clear-cut woods:
The Bush Brothers' faults we know.
Bush forces will say that they rule the day,
They'll jump when their cronies just say: "Go."

Polluted rivers and clear-cut woods,
While cronies' profits grow.
If you oppose the paths they chose
Go vote a resounding "No!"

Polluted rivers and clear-cut woods,
And getting worse today.
The hell Bushes bring makes polluters sing
"Hurrah for this giveaway-ay!"

Polluted rivers and clear-cut woods,
Through bribes Bush cronies play.
Bring out of the ground
New oil to be found
Through Bushes' land giveaway.

(repeat verses)

Reposted from May 4, 2003, with new MIDI music sent in by John Rigoni (thanks!)

Bush's Big Hypocrisy
(Sung to the tune of "You're The Biggest Part of Me" by Ambrosia)

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Unwise... yes, the Dim Son's no wiser.
Hear his lies... his new war's on the horizon.
We despise... and we'll keep on despisin'
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Flay the Right... their warmongering society.
Shine the light... on financial impropriety.
All this strife... Bush's sheep will follow blindly:
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Hell... made by Bush Baby.
World empire through war has come true.
World hates Bush Baby.
Among kings, they hate Bush and his crew.
World at risk now.
They knew what Shrub's war crown could do.
In Iraq, washed away their past;
Looters encouraged by this crew.

Brain froze... a dry drunk getting older.
Shrub knows... he's a dummy office holder.
All it shows... world hate for him will smolder.
They hate his hypocrisy.

Forever... oil stealing, war forever.
Together... Bush and neo-cons together.
For better... throw them out; things will be better.
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Hell... made by Bush Baby.
World empire through war has come true.
World hates Bush Baby.
Among kings, they hate Bush and his crew.
World at risk now.
They knew what Shrub's war crown could do.
In Iraq, washed away their past;
Looters encouraged by this crew.

(Bridge:)
War plan: for easy stealin,' oil kings join fully.
War they will sell you; won't end peacefully.
Over Euphrates River; foreigner enmity.
Bush violently pounds Saddam, and believes that he
Can just deceive.

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Hell... made by Bush Baby.
World empire through war has come true.
World hates Bush Baby.
Among kings, they hate Bush and his crew.
World at risk now.
They knew what Shrub's war crown could do.
In Iraq, washed away their past;
Looters encouraged by this crew.

Slimy... shedding blood for oil, he's slimy.
Grimy... greedy, dirty war; he's grimy.
Stymie... Bush, who fears end of war would stymie
Bush's big hypcrisy.

Forever... oil stealing, war forever.
Together... Bush and neo-cons together.
For better... throw them out; things will be better.
Bush's big hypocrisy.

War and strife, hegemony.
Bush's big hypocrisy...

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Satire about Bush's craven November 2003 state visit to the United Kingdom, which drew over 200,000 protestors, causing Bush to avoid speaking to Parliament or hostile audiences

Booed In Streets of London
(Sung to the tune of "The Streets of London" by Ralph McTell)

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Oil war, a "bold plan" that Dubya started.
In the U.S. papers, that's "worn-out news."
Using lies to seize his prize.
Truth held loosely, Dubya tries
To rattle sabers;
Spews saber-rattling views.

So how come the Shrub is the only
Leader told "Go where the sun don't shine!"?
Leader-fake invades their land,
So Bush is booed in streets of London.
Nothing by this dumb king
Will make them change their minds.

Venting spleen, the whole world;
Like talk on the streets of London.
Foreign affairs; they oppose U.S. flags.
Shrub's got no time for talking.
He just keeps on stalking.
Brits say, "Bush go home - to oil war body bags!"

So how come the Shrub is the only
Leader told "Go where the sun don't shine!"?
Leader-fake invades their land,
So Bush is booed in streets of London.
Nothing by this dumb king
Will make them change their minds.

Bush's far right fans say, "New World order will be heaven."
His old man said, "Beware what you've sown."
Shaking up the whole world,
Now on the brink from his f**k-ups.
He seeks lasting power;
Through his blunders, stands alone.

So how come the Shrub is the only
Leader told "Go where the sun don't shine!"?
Leader-fake invades their land,
So Bush is booed in streets of London.
Nothing by this dumb king
Will make them change their minds.

Satire about Bush's craven November 2003 state visit to the United Kingdom, which drew over 200,000 protestors, causing Bush to avoid speaking to Parliament or hostile audiences

Airhead's In London
(Sung to the tune of "Werewolves Of London" by Warren Zevon)

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The U.S. war hawk who's unwelcome in their land;
Walking through the streets, Brits protest his reign.
Bush was looking for a place to hide from their looks.
Benefits himself; his wish: no one complain.

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!

He won't hear them howling,
"Bush, down with your oil war!"
In Iraq, he won't win.
British troops get killed and mutilated for his fight.
Airhead's in London again.

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!

He's so heavy-handed, bent-on-war, fake pResident.
Insulated bubble: he'll stay there.
Brits must stay away from him;
"No lip" would suit his whim.

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!

Puppet of Dick Cheney talking with the Queen.
Booing this airhead is London.
Tool of Dick Cheney, Dubya, talking with the Queen.
Booing this airhead is London.

We saw this airhead thinking that he just got a re-election "fix,"
'Cause Blair was perfect.

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!
(Flawed crud...)

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!

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Satire about Bush's craven November 2003 state visit to the United Kingdom, which drew over 200,000 protestors, causing Bush to avoid speaking to Parliament or hostile audiences

Weakened, Gone To England
(Sung to the tune of "Weekend In New England" by Barry Manilow)

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Iraq fight; Bush won't say why;
How he used fear.
He bombs without pity.
His warmongers cheer.
They're protesting W; Brits made it clear.
They tell him...

"Madman!" their cries greet.
They chant at W.
Ill will, so strong, it won't end.
Our head man, the Shrub, booed again.

Shrub's gone to England... to get away
From Iraqi breaches... war plans astray.
Got tarred, no war glory... war's end must now wait.
Brits tell him...

"Madman!" their cries greet.
They chant at W.
Ill will, so strong, it won't end.
Our head man, the Shrub, booed again.

Bush fears the change coming;
Chill wind which now blows.
How's this knave now faring?
In Iraq, deaths rose.

Bush chooses to string out.
Oil for blood can't be bad.
The neocons' heaven:
Through blood, can be had.
Brits tell him...

"Madman!" their cries greet.
They chant at W.
Ill will, so strong, it won't end.
Our head man, the Shrub, booed again.

Our head man, the Shrub, booed... again.
Again...

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War To Wage, More Mess To Make
(Sung to the tune of "More Today Than Yesterday" by Spiral Staircase)

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Soon... in November, repay the Shrub.
Look... and go vote: no more time for Shrub.
Bush must go; Iraq should spell that Shrub is through.
Bush's right wing team and crew:
Still is slinging lies at you.

Election Day's when we'll say, "No, W!"
With each day, find a new way to drub his coup.
All the time now, his polls slip;
His blind Iraq blunder.
His Iraq war dreams untrue;
His pretending time is through.

So, Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
He hasn't much time to borrow.
Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
His regime hasn't much time to bor-r-row.

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He'd "borrow" 87 billion (cronies' pay).
Stupid think tank neo-cons just want their way.
Bush thinks through war, that oil is ours,
But rebels grow stronger.
Hid our soldiers killed from view;
Bush cronies steal your cash from you.

So, Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
He hasn't much time to borrow.
Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
His regime hasn't much time to bor-r-row.

Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"
Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"
Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"

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Satire about former Alabama State Supreme Court Justice Roy Moore, fired by his peers for defying the federal court's order to remove his 5,000 pound granite slabs of the Ten Commandments from the state court house

No More Moore
(Sung to the tune of "More, More, More" by Andrea True Connection)

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Roy... courts have had 'bout enough.
Roy... courts have had 'bout enough.
Said you had to go.
You lost your appeal.
Mugged for cameras rollin'.
Gut reaction goin'.
Crazy - you know the law's not "what you feel."
Slabs of Ten Commandments:
Those who aren't smart will kneel.

No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.

Roy... courts have had 'bout enough.
Roy... courts have had 'bout enough.
Said you had to go.
You lost your appeal.
Mugged for cameras rollin'.
Gut reaction goin'.
Crazy - you know the law's not "what you feel."
Slabs of Ten Commandments:
Those who aren't smart will kneel.

No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.

Said you had to go.
You lost your appeal.
Mugged for cameras rollin'.
Gut reaction goin'.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.

The Bush Administration's failed occupation qWagmire in Iraq has the neocons desperately looking to turn security over the pro-Bush Iraqi army

Iraqization
(Sung to the tune of "Anticipation" by Carly Simon)

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Bush can never know 'bout the days to come.
But he thinks that he'll win anyway.
And he wonders why he's really blistered now
For war; chasing after some donors' pay.

Iraqization...
Iraqi-za-a-tion...
Bush: target of hate.
Folks bleeping him, sta-a-a-a-a-a-ting...

World tells you now, how sleazy is the W.
And how right wing smarm deals unsoundly,
As Bush reversed his words, in haste, his plight:
War's got him thinking about how tight the fight might be...

Iraqization...
Iraqi-za-a-tion...
Bush: target of hate.
Folks bleeping him, sta-a-a-a-a-a-ting...

And tomorrow, let's fight and stick together.
War-time profits, while cutting GI pay?
Bush plutocracy, pursuing more lies right now.
The Far Right's fear: that their czar could go away.
Their czar could go away...
The Far Right's fear: that their czar could go away.
Their czar could go away...
Their czar could go away...
Their czar could go away...
Their czar could go away.

Satire about the neoconservative lunatics who led Dubya by the nose to the war qWagmire in Iraq

Crackpot Insane Gang
(Sung to the tune of "Back On The Chain Gang" by The Pretenders)

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War-bound, their picture in view... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
They've hijacked the world through might.
Kept their place in times past;
They'd been cast out of... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
Now they're back; lead the Right.
Iraq is bloodstained... yeah, oh...
Crackpot insane gang.

The world and France beyond their control... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
Control TV and the news from the world.
In the White House, mental midget from hell... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
This man is despised for defending war lies.
Iraq is bloodstained... yeah, oh...
Crackpot insane gang.

The powers that he
Used force us to live with his coup.
King Bush would just seize
What the neocons want, his crew.

Our troops die as they stand there today,
Knowing how steep is their part.
Bush'll fail, in ruins, his way.
Forsaking his start.

War-bound, their picture in view... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
These are the happiest days of their lives.
Iraq is bloodstained... yeah, oh...
Crackpot insane gang.

Chickenhawks skipped war battle, took no part... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
They're dispatching life for the wars they start.
Iraq is bloodstained... yeah, oh...
Crackpot insane gang.

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Satire about the neoconservative lunatics who led Dubya by the nose to the war qWagmire in Iraq

What's Shrub Gonna Do With It?
(Sung to the tune of "What's Love Got To Do With It" by Tina Turner)

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The Shrub's right wing band:
Out to crush other lands; a repulsive act.
Using our troops to kill,
Steal oil from the world.
Hypocrites who backed...
A cynical... and illogical...
Bloodlust, crying for war
Through all means, ignored fact, so-o-o...

What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
That's Shrub, tryin' reverse his polls' motion.
What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
New wars to start; blown apart, Iraq broken.

It may be so true that Shrub's acting confused.
He'll be toast, you'll see.
For rich friends, Iraq's razed.
Shrub's head is war-crazed.
War he caused to be.
He's earned blame for it.
This war phase: forfeit.
There was never good reason, and no democracy... so-o-o...

What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
That's Shrub, tryin' reverse his polls' motion.
What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
New wars to start; blown apart, Iraq broken.

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Shrub's been shaken 'bout his re-election.
Things won't go his way.
War-crazed thinking for his own protection.
He's scary; send this heel away.

What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
That's Shrub, tryin' reverse his polls' motion.
What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
New wars to start; blown apart, Iraq broken.

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Satire about the delusional warmongering neoconservatives who led Dubya around by the nose into his qWagmire in Iraq

Right Wing Vicious Minds
(Sung to the tune of "Suspicious Minds" by Elvis Presley)

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For naught, in Iraq.
Troops can't walk out.
Was caused by oil lust of Bush Baby.

Democracy?
None in Iraq to see.
World won't believe a word Shrub's saying.

War still goes on for treasure:
Right wing vicious minds.
Empire-building dreams:
Right wing vicious minds.

Bush can't defend status quo,
Though neocons bellow.
His unaccomplished mission hid by lies.

He won't crow again;
Masking his dumb grin.
You can't see his fears are real;
Troops dying.

War still goes on for treasure:
Right wing vicious minds.
Empire-building dreams:
Right wing vicious minds.

How long will troops survive,
Or die from years of Bush lies?
Press won't ask our dumb king why.
It's "sunny"; won't show
Bush always lied to you.

Lapdogs... yeah, yeah...

For naught, in Iraq.
Troops can't walk out.
Was caused by oil lust of Bush Baby.

Democracy?
None in Iraq to see.
World won't believe a word Shrub's saying.

War still goes on for treasure:
Right wing vicious minds.
Empire-building dreams:
Right wing vicious minds...

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The Iraq QWagmire and depressed economy drags on, despite Karl Rove's best efforts to ensure Bush's re-election as War Time pResident

Shady Rove
(Sung to the tune of "Shady Grove")

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Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

Reached Baghdad by summertime,
But Iraq won't fall.
Our troops can't win this war for Shrub,
And his regime could fall.

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

Weeks dragged on, as the death toll rose.
Spies from our CIA frown.
Neocons snarlin' from the start.
Bush's polls keep going down.

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

Lies abound from petty little Shrub.
Lies abound; war-crazy.
Lies abound from petty little Shrub.
While our troops push up daisies.

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

Shrub stoked fear, and beat up on France.
Shrub stoked fear to carry.
Shrub stoked fear, and beat up on France.
His regime we'll soon bury.

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

A shaken Deputy Secretary of Defense Paul Wolfowitz recently survived an Iraqi rocket attack while staying at a hotel near American military headquarters in Baghdad

What's War All About, Wolfie?
(Sung to the tune of "What's It All About, Alfie?" by Dionne Warwick)

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What's war all about, Wolfie?
Rebel rockets, an omen they give.
What's war all about?
Iraq wants us out, Wolfie.
All we've spent to make war:
Through a sieve.
Our pResident is blind.

Neoconning fools are blind, Wolfie.
Made this mess with lies, only adds fuel.
Taking life is wrong;
Doesn't prove you're strong, Wolfie.
When will war end?
For black gold, you're a tool.
You're sure, since you believe.

Right wing heaven for Shrub, Wolfie?
All based on nothing - this war.
Twist things, keepin' your deceivers still deceivin'.

A rout by Shrub does not exist, Wolfie.
But still your kind will just insist on bluffing, Wolfie.
So don't squawk; if you're smart, go away.
We'll remind the Shrub he will pay.
Wolfie... Wolfie...

Power's What Bush Has Planned To Hold On To
(Sung to the tune of "Hand To Hold On To" by John Mellencamp)

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We'll at last get soaked; what Shrub's done for rich friends.
Caught in the middle when his troubles begin.
Bush's vice is sleazy, that voters must end.
Stop that fool, that fool, that fool...

Went it alone; now reviled; Iraq war plot ingrained.
Talked like a jerk with uneducated brain.
Fought the whole world, counting on ploys for gain.
He's a joker, war creature, world peace in tatters.

Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's now in the wrong hands.
Power's now in all rich hands.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.

In debt; we're stuck in Shrub's financial situation.
Bush the Phony is evident to the United Nations.
There's no work; his tax cuts flopped like a dud.
As his polls now dive, he's still slingin' mud.

Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's now in the wrong hands.
Power's now in all rich hands.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.

Ill-gotten powers by Bush's crown.
He heeds nobody, caring just for himself.
We know you want him kicked off his throne.
End Bush plutocracy, plutocracy.
Let's end his sleaze, plutocracy, yeah...
Oh, yeah...

Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's now in the wrong hands.
Power's now in all rich hands.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.

Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's now in the wrong hands.
Power's now in all rich hands.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.

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Just More Intimidation
(Sung to the tune of "Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)" by The Temptations)

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Each day, hear Rush Limbaugh, debauched as he passes lies.
He says of himself, "I'm such a lucky guy.
With Bush as Emperor, the Right Wing's dream came true."
Out of all the morons in the world, we've got Duh-Buh-You.

Right wing wants just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.
You'll see just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.

Was right wing carried; George Bush and family.
War crazy in his dome; destroying countries,
Through two wars, and maybe three.
Shrub sells you li-i-i-ies... to realize it all.
The neo-conners' dream: oil to steal (Bush just beams).

Right wing wants just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.
You'll see just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.

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The Far Right was appeased this way:
Ashcroft, made A.G.
Ted Olson picked as the Solicitor, S.G.
Rumsfeld sends troops to die.

The Shrub's lunacy: using arms so boldly;
Iraq's unending tragedy.
But in reality, war benefits his cronies.

Right wing wants just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.
You'll see just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.

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Like father, like son; Bush 43 has trouble with the "vision thing" just like Bush 41

Troubled Vision
(Sung to the tune of "Double Vision" by Foreigner)

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Dealin' down and dirty; stealin' blind is mean.
The Bush Dim Son is so right wing extreme.
His crimes have ended good times, brought this time of hate.
Don't want Big Dick around, 'cause he can't talk straight.

Filled with lies: Bush's troubled vision.
So unwise... is his troubled vision.
Coup, no regrets, cruelty, their world view we see.
His troubled vision can't be destiny...

They can't do more than lie, to feed their greed.
You'll find them racing; it's their cronies whom they'll feed.
Let's fight the Right; G. Dubya Bush has met his limit.
F**ked up all of four years, bein' ruled by this dimwit.

Filled with lies: Bush's troubled vision.
So unwise... is his troubled vision.
Coup, no regrets, cruelty, their world view we see.
His troubled vision can't be destiny.

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Filled with lies: Bush's troubled vision.
So unwise... is his troubled vision.
Coup, no regrets, cruelty, their world view we see.
His troubled vision can't be destiny...

Filled with lies: Bush's troubled vision.
So unwise... is his troubled vision.
Coup, no regrets, cruelty, their world view we see.
His troubled vision can't be destiny...

(repeat chorus and fade)