(Sung to the tune of "The Border" by America)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
Our crooked boss, bombing faraway lands...
Mired forever, there in Iraqi sand.
Cronies were greedy; war, Bush's answer.
The Bush cabal's war not going as they planned.
The mental midge; says, "Do things my way!"
Bush and the far right shrink from war zone.
They made it happen, oil wars they're scheming.
It doesn't matter that the world tells Bush, "No!"
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
So on and on... war keeps on running.
Bush approved torture and torture-lite.
Blood runs in rivers; for oil, to take it.
Bush ignored peace and alarms to fight.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
(repeat and fade)
