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He's Poppy's Son, serving as the Right Wing's pet.
They're no damn good: greedy, rotten schemes? You bet!
Many crimes done by cronies; some were caught.
Proof that access can be bought.
Talked, but Bush won't walk the walk.

Rove always said: that hard answers just took too long.
The trick, he said, was never admit that you're wrong.
It's damned unfair; there is no risk to Bush the Fake.
There is no loss that makes him ache.
There is no bluff he couldn't make.

Bush is still to blame
For past misdeeds from yesterday (still to blame, still to blame).
Harken oiled his name.
All soft landings; got his way.
Press helped hide the harm,
Long enough to get him by (still to blame, still to blame)
He's still to blame.
His shills deny...

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'Cause he could, Bush let cronies get their way.
We got burned; they walked away.
Now we're not allowed to say:
Bush, you're still to blame...
Somethings never change (Shrub's to blame... everything on Bush, we blame...)
He's still to blame (Shrub's to blame... everything on Bush, we blame...)

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