(Sung to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")
Inspired by the title of a column, "God Rest Ye Merry Torturers by W. David Jenkins
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Detested, Bush's torturers; their motives on display.
Bush played the role of "savior," while making power play.
Who'll save us all from Dubya's power, whose regime's gone astray?
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Afghanistan and then Iraq, attacked, and made war-torn;
Bush hyped Hussein's da-an-ger while prison guards made porn.
Did Bush's mother care that he in New Orleans is scorned?
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Goon squads just didn't bo-o-ther at whom they would take aim.
Bush was so certain that his words would work and deflect blame.
The deaths and war mayhem are scorned; Dim Son, Sir Torture's name.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Bush wants more war; his phrases: "Iran, we will erase!"
Bombs from above, the greater good; restart a new arms race.
His swollen pride and hubris; wants torture, such disgrace!
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
