Abu Ghraib
(Sung to the tune of "Abacab" by Genesis)

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(instrumental intro)

Behind prison walls, they lay on the floor.
Nude men in those photos; Iraqi War.
No Iraqi-made error;
Big wigs had a role in prisoners' pain.
Don't you think Shrub's to blame?
Rummy; don't you think he's to blame?

(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)

Shrub's ransacking all the world,
'Cause he's taking someone else's oil.
Scandals burn and they billow.
He avoids to answer 'bout what was known.
Don't you smell rats by now?
Tell, me don't you smell rats by now?

(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)

Shrub wants it, he got it: more oil flow.
Shrub wants it, he got it; now we know.
Bush's illusion, his war game.
Son, reflection of his father's name.
Dead troops: break out now in mourning.
Break and bind pris'ners in cellophane.

It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.

(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)

(repreat refrain and fade)