Bleeding of Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "Leader Of The Pack" by The Shangri-Las)
MIDI sequenced by Ron Tilden

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[spoken:]
Is God really talking now with him?
Well, there he is! Let's ask him.
"Dubya, is there anything you're sharing?"
"Uh-uh!"
See, it's just Cheney, hiding for him.
And he's picking up after the fool today.
Anyway, how should we treat him?

With Iraq, always wanted war.
The neocons all smiled with glee.
Was greed the victor? (Yes, it's greed!)
That's Bush's oil war: the bleeding of Iraq.

The world is always putting Bush down.
They said he made war on folks black and brown.
They told Bush he was bad,
And they knew he was mad.
That's Bush's oil war: the bleeding of Iraq.

One day, Shrub's dad said, "Do not go through...
With your pre-emptive war, which you'll rue."
Shrub didn't care for world outcry.
But all that Shrub could do was lie.
'Cause war brought him "virtue": the bleeding of Iraq.

[spoken:]
Bush is reviled; let's tell him goodbye.
War cheers are now beginning to slow.
Voters, drive away all the looney Right.
Let's end this Bush's show.
Bad leader, whose words will soon bring him low.
Bush, out! Bush, out! Bush, out! Bush, out!

Bush now is helpless, 'cause he gets booed.
Dissembling all the time, things unglued.
His cruel war won't stop, 'cause Blair
Helped him lead wars cheers, 'cause they don't care.
The voters should dump him for bleeding of Iraq.

The bleeding of Iraq (want Bush gone!)
The bleeding of Iraq (want Bush gone!)
The bleeding of Iraq (want Bush gone!)
The bleeding of Iraq (want Bush gone!)


Bush has not attended a single soldier's funeral - the Pentagon's spin refers to GI coffins as "transfer tubes," and has fired the American contractor in Kuwait who published the above photo

Put Shrub In The Pokey
(Sung to the tune of "On Top Of Old Smoky")

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Put Shrub in the pokey.
His cover-up's blown.
Let's toss this warmonger
To Crawford, his zone.

Oil war gives him pleasure.
Let's make his reign brief.
Strip Bush of his power.
Who's worse than this thief?

This thief who has robbed you
Of freedom; we're slaves
To his unbridled power.
War led troops to their graves.

Their graves betray W.
Oil war is a bust.
'Cause Bush Boy had blundered;
Earned the world's disgust.

We'll bug you and diss you
When you tell more lies.
We despise your failed road;
More wars on the rise.

His Iraq invasion:
Wants oil for free
Bush said "Take our 'protection'
As your democracy."

For our freedoms have withered
For PATRIOT lies.
Our rights have been taken.
Cut Shrub down to size.

Lied, Lied, Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "Bye Bye Love" by The Everly Brothers)

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Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Must go, Bush Baby; want someone new.
He sure was crappy, for all to view.
Must go, Bush Baby; inept as sin.
He lied; there's no chance, his war can win.

Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Oil war has no chance; we're through with Shrubs
We're through with counting... graves through his flubs.
Bush is the reason... that we're less free.
'Cause of Bush Baby's damned monarchy.

Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Dumb, Not Smart
(Sung to the tune of "Young At Heart" by Frank Sinatra)

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Bush has failed; yes, it's true; just pure crap from his coup;
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.
A blowhard, now maligned; who is narrow of mind,
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.

Bush would go to extremes with impossible schemes.
We will laugh when his dreams fall apart at the seams.
His life's now nailbiting 'til Election Day
'Cause Shrub's no leader, he'll depart, get sent away.

Iraq oil, to him's worth every treasure on Earth
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.
He's so rich, he's a czar; but so much below par,
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.

No, his throne won't survive, though he'll try to contrive
About all of his jive; but his polls now still dive.
It's clear, he must depart.
He isn't head smart,
'Cause this czar has flung a load of dung; not smart.

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No, his throne won't survive, though he'll try to contrive
About all of his jive; but his polls now still dive.
It's clear, he must depart.
He isn't head smart,
'Cause this czar has flung a load of dung; not smart.

After the deaths of nearly 700 U.S. troops and over 10,000 civilians in Iraq in a war started by his lies, Bush's tasteless joke about missing WMD's in Iraq during the annual dinner of the Radio and Television News Correspondents Association has drawn widespread criticism.

Jokes About His Lies
(Sung to the tune of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" by The Platters)

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There's no doubt that Bush knew
His war lies weren't true.
No-o-o-o...
Thousands of folks died
In Iraq, for pride.
WMD's "hide."

No weapons did we find.
Rush to war was blind.
So-o-o-o...
Now Iraq's on fire.
Bush, whom we despise,
Jokes about his lies.

Bush's gaffe, reporters cruelly laugh;
They think "a great joke" from Shrub.
Bush will play; Rove tells him what to say.
There's still no doubt, he'll flub.

Soon, laughing will subside;
Fears Bush cannot hide.
No-o-o-o...
On Election Day,
Bush may say goodbye.
Joked about his lies...

(Joked about his lies... joked about his lies...)

Joked... a-bout... his... lies!

Did Dubya and Condi need an INVITATION CARD warning?!

Gory Story In Fallujah
(Sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" by Julia Ward Howe)

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Bush lies obscene;
The story of his oily Iraq war.
He is trampling on our rights;
That's what his fascist path is for.
He's accused now of just frightening us
To steal more from the poor.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Pushed ahead for acting hostile:
Iraq war, for oil to steal.
Made a viceroy of Bremer;
With insurgents, he can't deal.
Shrub's no hero; he's a moron;
War quagmire is for real.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Folks are sounding forth to dump him,
And his polls are in retreat.
In Iraq, the body parts of men
Were seen dragged through the street.
Bush won't shift his role or change his whim,
Or stand to face the heat.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Dedicated to Bush's National Security Advisor, Condoleeza Rice, caught in her own web of lies about the Bush Administration's 9/11 coverup

Rambling Rice
(Sung to the tune of "Rambling Rose" by Nat King Cole)

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Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Bush had gambled...
Bad advice.
While chill winds blow... on Bush's show
Your lies taint you, oh, rambling Rice.

Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Bush had gambled...
Bad advice.
People loathe you; your speech untrue.
You're still rambling, a Bush pawn.

Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Press now taunts you; liar's price.
You love W., Shrub is through.
Bush can't cling to you, Rambling Rice.

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Dedicated to looney right wing columnist and TV pundit Ann Coulter

All She Wants To Is Rant
(Sung to the tune of "All She Wants To Do Is Dance" by Don Henley)

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Ann Coulter pissed off listeners, and writes with poison pen,
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Goebbels, she's Goebbels; she's at it again.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Female shock jock tale; she doesn't think.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Makin' things up; she's such as waste of ink.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Crazy people talk unsound, with blood in her eyes.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Wild-eyed are flag wavers, who'd send others to die.
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Speaking with deceit;
Helping Bush to cheat.
She and her party (Bush)...
Ought to be smacked down (Bush)
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant.

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She'd let government bug your bedroom, for the dirt that they can scrounge,
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Just hear her noise; she's shilling from her comfy right wing lounge.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Let's give 'em hell; she's smarmy; so are thugs of Bush Crew
'Cause all she wants to do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Bush appointed by Supreme Court; votes he did without.
Rich got tax cuts; what a fun way; while we little people pout.
But Bush won't be back; we're cranky.
We're ending Bush's coup.
Boot Coulter's honey.
And all she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Speaking with deceit;
Helping Bush to cheat.
She and her party (Bush)...
Ought to be smacked down (Bush)
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.
All she wants to do is rant...

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The Mad Man