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Won't go away, it's called Downing Street.
Iraq war dead laid at Bush's feet.
Just what did that memo say?
Bush was goin' to have his way,
And he'd lied about everything.

Iraqi desert had contained black gold;
Oil cronies... were Bush's people, so war was pre-sold.
But it's taken us so long,
To find out Bush was wrong,
And he'd lied about everything.

The neocons thought war was so easy.
The world now thinks that Bush is so sleazy.
They're still lyin',
Still lyin' now.

After two years, Bush is still war-happy.
Still stokin' fear to keep you war-happy.
But Shrub's cryin'.
Shrub's cryin' now...

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From Downing Street, words about what took place,
To justify war has caused these crooks much disgrace.
In Iraq, Bush cannot win,
And can't rely on spin,
And there's talk, "Let's impeach this king."

Neocons dream about rulin' more land,
Not going to... give up nor lose their extremist stands.
They hope things settle down, or their Shrub will lose his crown,
And regret if they lose their king.

But you know they'll always keep provin':
Though Bush ain't clever, spin keeps him movin'
Keeps his stolen,
Keeps his stolen throne.

More people wake up, parents in mournin'.
Dim Son is whinin' 'bout dead troop mournin'.
Flak growin'...
Flak growin' at home...

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