Stented, He's Fixed

Stented, he's fixed; thrombosed, he leads the charade.
Having hundreds of ways to do sleight of hand.
He is followed by rows and rows of Bush p�re/Reagan bozos
The dregs of Ronnie's infamous band.

Stented, he's fixed; he must miss the morning sun.
In one of his ten coffins he's supine.
He's lived hundreds of years; he needs
Fresh blood, upon which he feeds. . .
Business whores of ev'ry shape and kind.

Now we're doing copper duty in Iraq�platoons
Thundering, blundering, getting shot each day.
Bellicose euphemisms; deficit zooms,
Zooms and zooms�while he gets big fat pay.

Mounted cannon protect his pacemaker's battery.
The chambers thundering louder than before.
Challengers who seek the prize
Must trump him�perhaps improvise
But somehow get a higher voting score!

(Repeat)

(The band exits to the sound of explosions.)