(instrumental intro)

Look on back when Dubya
Was his rich old Poppy's bratty boy.
Shrub was in no hurry;
Never dreamed the world would be his toy.
Now as Prez, his war crimes
Make his zealots sing.
They are happy with the
Empire Bush would bring.

Snuck in through the back door:
Supreme Court judges (Daddy's friends) were fine.
Now as Prez, Shrub wants war
Providing endless fear that he can mine.
Millions protest Bush bringing
Slaughter for oil prize.
Thinkin' up more whoppers
Lies fool his sheep, so blind.

Bush's war craze... could... blow back some more.
Neocon ways; these... nuts have to go!
Bush's war craze... could...blow back some more.
Neocon ways; these... nuts have to go!
But Shrub loves them so...

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Evidence compelling:
'Bout Bush playin' God with the whole world
Giving hell to W
Everywhere, he's taunted throughout the world.
G.O.P. raised money for their smirking fool.
Buying votes was handy for the right wing's coup.

Jokin' bout war threats, while
All his right wing nasties caterwauled (Bush, nasty boy)
Speeches so deluded;
Special Plans, an Office he installed.
World wised up and learned that
These kinds of things ain't right.
But while Bush was doin' it
Lies and "might makes right."

Bush's war craze... could... blow back some more.
Neocon ways; these... nuts have to go!
Bush's war craze... could...blow back some more.
Neocon ways; these... nuts have to go!
But Shrub loves them so...

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