Little Dude's Coup

It's the little dude's coup;
He don't know what he's wrought.

Well, he was braggin' about how he took down
A gutless gangster creep; a dictator clown.
Then something came up, and he had to scheme 'n' try
To explain things like why our soldiers continue to die.
It's the little dude's coup;
He don't know what he's wrought.

Just a little dude's coup
From a fathead mill
Of neocon dunderheads who prodded him till
He supported, believed
And was stoked for war.
Now he's got a hundred forty thousand troops in corps.

It's the little dude's coup;
He don't know what he's wrought.

So now the conflict needs a crutch
To prop up this war.
And he slurs while bullsh*ttin'
Us about the score.
And while he tries to bluff us and keep on a lid,
Too bad that he forgot to think like daddy.

It's coming up: a line
'Bout the fights we've seen—
How we'll blow 'em outa the sandbanks
Like you've never seen.
We continue to drape
Troops in flag veneer,
While we get Dubya's inane war cheer.

It's the little dude's coup;
It continues to rot.
[Repeat and fade]