Friday, March 20, 2009

Rush Limbaugh (an American folk song)
Lyrics and music by 333maxwell (Chas Holman)

Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, tell us what to do
So many enthralled with the venom you spew
Mix hatred with bigots and see what you brew
And the people you reach most they haven't a clue

There's a special place for you
Hell's too cold for what you do
And all the mistruths you have told
Won't get you back the soul you've sold

Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, always on the right
The mothers who listen send their kids to fight
In two foreign wars which you seem to delight
And the doves will be bled by the hawks you incite.

Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, you're safe in your booth
And the lies that you cast some digest as the truth
One gets what they give but you get what you take
When things are their worst the more money you make

Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, addicted to pills
And preaches to others about others ills
The more he's exposed the more he sedates
The calmer things are the more he gets irate