Iran, Let's Bomb, For Distraction
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya to his dwindling crowd of supporters, while desperately trying to keep U.S. voters distracted by advocating more war, with a massive new bombing attack on Iran

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Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)

I'm connivin' for more war,
I can't stand... bein' lame duck no more.
I'm selling you war, more war,
Based on more useless information,
Tryin' to save my administration.

Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!

Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)

What you're watchin' on TV:
Propaganda oh-so-stealthy, but facts are irking me.
Quagmire in Iraq has left us broke.
I've gutted democracy.

Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!

Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)

I'm despised now around the world,
When folks boo and hiss, I'll just have to scat.
While I'm hidin' like a squirrel, Rove tells me,
"I quit; I won't come back; I leave this week!"
And Gonzalez quit, as I speak!

Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!

Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)

Bombed for distraction...
Bombed for distraction...

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Gonzo's Gone!
Embattled Bush consigliere Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez resigns in ignominy and shame

Ignored Bridge, Over Iraq Slaughter

Wrong-Way Bush, the (W)rapture President

Shrub's Time Proved Costly
(Sung to the tune of "Sunshine Superman" by Donovan)

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Shrub's time proved costly to our... nation today.
Ego trips too easy; Bush won't... change his ways.
So many crimes, we know it; his regime is vile.
Gonzalez, resign! Opposed it; Bush is in denial.

'Cause Bush made his mind up: not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Legal tricks by these crooks, so brazen; corruption defined.

Crony contracts, hustling, fraud are... really so obscene.
Whether torture is "cruel," Bush thinks that... it should be unseen.
Ought to be impeached by sunset; it's a matter of when.
Let's impeach Bush Baby, with Dick... and all his friends.

'Cause Bush made his mind up; not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Let's lock up his band (unholy); have them all confined.

'Cause Bush made his mind up: not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Legal tricks by these crooks, so brazen; corruption defined.

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Bush's plan: get Iran burned white hot... 10,000 degrees.
Pushed our troops through more hurdles to die for... his oil monarchy.
A pile of sh*t, there stinking... Bush's hellish throne.
He's disdainful of rights; you now have... none of your own.

Bush has made his mind up; he never will resign... no, no, no, no, no...
Made sick is our land; his cronies, prop his little mind.

Bush has made his mind up; he never will resign... no, no, no, no, no...
Made sick is our land; his cronies, prop his little mind...

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Neocon Insane Gang
(Sung to the tune of "Chain Gang" by Sam Cooke)

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(More! War! More! War!)
Neo-cons are sayin'...

(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)

War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

They're dead wrong, still sayin'....

(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)

(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

Though they're wrong, they work so hard.
Their Dim Son is... going down.
"My way or the highway!" the Bush way;
Bush swearing, wearing a crown.
In Iraq, throwing troops' lives away.
'Cause the neo-cons still hold sway.

War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

Torture, death, they're bringin'...
Troops... they're comin' one of these days...
They're comin' home...
Bush the moron... who for war, still cheers.
But meanwhile, he's got impeachment fears.

(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

"War's not wrong," they're singin', mm...
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why do they work so hard
Still to slaughter, bloodthirsty

For war, they work hard...

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