(instrumental intro)

Shield your young.
Technique is oblique - they plan:
First hit Iraq, then Iran.
Shrub wants a battlefield.

Polls still strong - no one can tell Bush he's wrong.
Searching' for smarts for so long.
Most of us knowing
Shrub wants a battlefield.

Shrub's begging us to go, to make Saddam pay.
Why does the Smirk want so bad
To get help for his war?
U.N. stands in his way, because Bush's allies are mad:
"Believe me... believe me."
But Bush can't tell them why.
But we're trapped by the Shrub
And constrained for the ride.

Shield your young.
Technique is oblique - they plan:
First hit Iraq, then Iran.
Shrub wants a battlefield.

Polls still strong - no one can tell Bush he's wrong.
Searching' for smarts for so long.
Most of us knowing
Shrub wants a battlefield.

Shrub's losing control.
Scandals burning away, and singe him from inside.
Go to war for black gold, 'cause the story's the same.
There's no way Bush won't lie.
But as war gets much closer, it could boost his polls.
Bush regime plans are cold.

Shield your young.
Technique is oblique - they plan:
First hit Iraq, then Iran.
Shrub wants a battlefield.

Polls still strong - no one can tell Bush he's wrong.
Searching' for smarts for so long.
Most of us knowing
Shrub wants a battlefield.

Shield your young.
Technique is oblique - they plan.
First hit Iraq, then Iran.
Shrub wants a battlefield.

Polls still strong - no one can tell Bush he's wrong.
Searching' for smarts for so long.
Most of us knowing
Shrub wants a battlefield.