(instrumental intro)

Now the Right has learned to have no friend.
What they steal from us: democracy.
Dictatorial powers can't wait to lock away folks.
Protests now may cease.

Bush now brags he has no regrets.
And he thinks he can pass, and all's fine.
And we despise the way he'd take and steal:
Our surplus gone this time.

Yes, we jeer the fake.
Yes, we jeer the fake.
There is not much time
'Til another race.
Yes, we'll remember this snake...

(instrumental break)

On the radio blared right wing radical loons,
As their sheep are misled to their future doom.
Our votes taken away by the faker's slick team
And the right wing brigade.
Yes, we know that they're mean.
Yes, we know that they're mean...

(instrumental break)

Ashcroft leads songs he wants to sing.
He'll redefine "crimes," if he says so.
So hard is he working now to squash dissent.
It's hard to tell Bush "no."

Yes, we jeer the fake.
Yes, we jeer the fake.
There is not much time
'Til another race.
Yes, we'll remember this snake...

On the radio blared right wing radical loons,
As their sheep are misled to their future doom.
Our votes taken away by the faker's slick team
And the right wing brigade.
Yes, we know that they're mean.

Yes, we know that they're mean...
Yes, we know that they're mean...

(repeat refrain - instrumental ending)