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Let's give hell to W;
At the polls, tell him he's through.
Iraq is... plundered land.
Bush the tin horn went to war.
Weapons found? No - Shrub is sore.
War lust; oil war planned.

We will give the boot... to you.
We all are sure that John Kerry's smart.
Not you... the Shrub, you dictator.

Lost our trust in you... you sleaze.
Don't run and hide.
We so loathe you, 'cause... you seized
Your oil prize; murder...
Condoned torture, what a stain.
You lied; you're not satisfied 'cause war's... in your brain.

Bush the Dope's regime... should die.
We'd love to shove you.
And so we... will try.
Just one term and not two.

Let's give hell to W...

(instrumental ending)