[instrumental intro]

I can see very well
That our chances for peace have been badly trashed
Yes, I can see that very well

It's no joke that Iraq now is a Hell
A Hellish place with our soldier's far from home
It's absurd and it makes my anger grow

Put a fool in the White House, now we pay
When he's gone someone else will clean up the place
It's why his follies don't amuse me; cause dismay
His foolish actions push us further towards decay

Listen to him speak; he's so inane
He's set us on a course I
Fear will cause great pain

His reckless actions put folks in their tomb
He breaks our Laws and acts like a buffoon
His idiotic policies are disasters
Our Country limps from this Ass-Hat that's in the White House

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What we see's not too swell
Not a joke that these freaks use a torture rack
The whole world sees it all too well

Think this bloke should be rotting in a cell
Instead he'll ride to his ranch in a big limo
While still more folks die to prop up his ego
The ground will be filled up with folks who deserve more

When Soldier's come back sick
Will they be aided?
Or just be left to wander the streets
And called "Whiner's and faker's?"

Will someone act to end this nightmare soon?
Enforce the Laws and reign in this buffoon
The ignorance he flaunts; no cause for laughs, Sir
It makes me wince that this Ass-Hat is in the White House

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