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Ask Gee Dubya what he's going to do His lips are moving, he has no clue Campaign promises torn into two Everybody's nightmares are coming true Dubya wants another war Dubya's just a corporate whore Dubya wants another war 'cause Dubya's a Nazi Ask Dick Cheney what's he going to do He starts a-sneering, you know you're screwed He's been known to keep a secret or two And now he's keeping them all from you Cheney wants another war Halliburton's gonna score Cheney wants another war 'cause Cheney's a Nazi Jawohl Mein Fuehrer Ja! Dubya wanted to bomb right away He told the UN get out of our way He's got no brain and he's got no heart But he's got Iraq and that's a start... Dubya wants another war (thinks he's heaven-sent) Dubya's just a corporate whore (one-term president) Dubya wants another war 'cause Dubya's a Nazi Jawohl Mein Fuehrer Ja! Adam West (as Batman): "You filthy criminals!" Michael Moore: "We are against this war, Mr. Bush... Shame on you, Mr. Bush! Shame on you!" George W Bush: "We come to Iraq with weapons of mass murder We have no ambition in Iraq... except to apply decisive force against innocent men, women, and children, And I assure you: This will not be a campaign of peace And we will accept no outcome but mass murder" Warren Langley: "This war is being decided on by people who have never been to war, and we know that's the truth" George W Bush: "We will accept no outcome but mass murder" Warren Langley: "We have to make sure that this is the only war that Bush, Cheney, and Rumsfeld start" "Drive My Car" original words/music John Lennon and Paul McCartney © 1965 Revised lyrics and musical arrangement by Bush/Cheney/Rove/Wolfowitz/Perle/Bolton Copyright © 2003 The Compassionate ConservativesBLACK BOX VOTING PDF format
We're going to scrub the voter rolls again We're gonna throw your vote in the recycle bin We're gonna make sure Bush and Cheney win I'm going to vote today Hope my vote isn't thrown away These days it's hard to tell Thanks to fascists like Wally O'Dell He's pledged my vote to Bush No matter which button I might push The diabolical Diebold plan The next election will be a sham... Black Box Voting Government is up for sale Black Box Voting The GOP will never fail Black Box Voting Never leave a paper trail I'm fighting for a cause I want to work to change the laws I've got a snowball's chance in Hell Thanks to fascists like Wally O'Dell He's diehard GOP He doesn't care about you or me Guys like Wally they hold the key To the Bush League dynasty Black Box Voting Democracy has long gone stale Black Box Voting Ugly underneath the veil Black Box Voting Never leave a paper trail I went to vote tonight I chose left but they gave me right Touch screens are touch and go Too bad it's all for show Diebold likes Dubya best Joe Stalin would be impressed The voters might participate But the vote-counters control our fate Black Box Voting Hammering the final nail Black Box Voting The fascists found their Holy Grail Black Box Voting Never leave a paper trail... Original words and music by Roddy "Radiation" Byers - Copyright © 1979 Lyrics and revised musical arrangement by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 2004 The Compassionate ConservativesBUSH PDF format
Bush, September 10, 2001, You and Dick were getting nothing done Then a glorious surprise, A blessing in disguise, The fire in the sky 3000 people die. Bush, when Andrew Card gave you the news, You reacted like you already knew, You kept reading in that class You sat there on your ass, Instead of acting fast, You let it come to pass. I used to think you're a fool Now I know that you are cruel You milked it for all it's worth Told yourself you'd rule the Earth. Bush, you swagger but you're not so tough You're a chicken with its head cut off I can never understand The motives of a man Who worships God on high No matter who may die Bush, remember as you drop the bomb You're creating your own Vietnam Since you dodged the draft back then You cannot comprehend The side effects of war The scars forever more The body bags no-one sees The truth is now your enemy The media complicity CNN, Fox News, and MSNBC Bush, you're not as dumb as you may seem One man's nightmare is another's dream Build your empire in the sand And hope that it might stand But time erases all And empires always fall... If the leader of all men The one who can say when The button should be pushed God help us if it's BUSH. "Ben" original words/music by Don Black/Walter Scharf © 1972 Revised lyrics and musical arrangement by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 2004 The Compassionate ConservativesCHALABI PDF format
Chalabi.... oho Chalabi... ohohoho Remember back in Amman They found the money was gone So you fled from the country as fast as you could And you found yourself valuable friends Richard Perle and Paul Wolfowitz knew you were ready to squeal, So you made up a whale of a tale for a hell of a deal... Chalabi.... oho Chalabi... ohohoho You fed us nothing but lies Of germs that fell from the skies Now you claim to be heroes in error dismissing The reasons you gave us for war And you offer to fall on your sword like the prodigal whore But the troops and civilians who died for your cause deserve more... Chalabi.... oho Chalabi... ohohoho "Volare" original words/music by Modugno/Migliacci © 1958 Revised lyrics and musical arrangement by Bush/Cheney/Rove/Kristol/Perle/Wolfowitz/Rumsfeld Copyright © 2004 The Compassionate ConservativesCLUELESS MAN
He's a real Clueless Man Killing kids in distant lands Making all his clueless plans for victory Doesn't have a single clue Claims that Jesus told him to Doesn't care a bit for you and me Clueless Man won't listen 'cause his brain is missing Clueless Man thinks the world is At his command He's as blind as he can be To his own hypocrisy Clueless Man has got no soul at all Clueless man... we see ya Try to hide from Katrina Leave it all 'cause everyone knows You don't give a damn... Doesn't have a f***ing clue Claims that Jesus told him to Doesn't give a sh*t for you and me Clueless Man won't listen Corporate ass he's still kissing Clueless Man thinks the world is At his command He's a real Clueless Man Killing kids in distant lands Making all his clueless plans for victory Making all his evil plans for misery Making sure that he lives on in infamy! "Nowhere Man" original words/music John Lennon and Paul McCartney © 1965 Revised lyrics and musical arrangement by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 2005 The Compassionate ConservativesFRAT BOY PDF format
George Bush, the one they chose Born with a silver spoon up his nose Slid by on the family name [He's got] no soul and a feeble brain George Bush could do no wrong AWOL during Vietnam He had better ways to spend his time Like getting drunk and doing lines George Bush, the corporate whore He's gonna wage perpetual war Flight suit with a padded schlong King George says "Bring 'em on!" He talks the talk but can't walk the walk... King George: The Chickenhawk! "Batman Theme" original music by Neil Hefti © 1965 Lyrics and revised musical arrangement by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 2004 The Compassionate ConservativesIN THE GARDEN OF EDEN PDF format
In the Garden of Eden baby, A tyrant rules the land Even worse than that ole Osama And the Taliban... We wage war in the name of peace We don't care about our fellow man The only thing we'll liberate Is the oil under the sand. Oh won't you come salute to me I'm in command... Your patriotic duty Is to bomb the Holy Land... Take out Saddam! In the Garden of Eden baby We follow God's command We don't need a smoking gun To push forward with our plan Gonna take out his loyal subjects Just because we can And you know what we really want: All the oil under the sand. You're shipping out tonight On my command... Goodbye to your wife and kids Let the tears flow free as free as this land, And blood in the sand. Here in the Garden of Eden We've done all we can You say we're playing games, We've given in to your demands Come to Mesopotamia March into the Promised Land On the banks of the Tigris We shall make our final stand There is no God but Allah My life is in his hands... We bow our heads in prayer As the bombs rain down upon our land Blood in the sand. "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" original words/music by Doug Ingle © 1969 Revised lyrics and musical arrangement by Bush/Cheney/Rove/Chalabi/Perle/Wolfowitz/Rumsfeld Copyright © 2003 The Compassionate ConservativesMIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS OF EMPEROR G. W. BUSH PDF format
Dubya: "fool me once, shame on... fool me... can't get fooled again" People think I'm a moron But if they only knew The depth of my evil genius And I can be stupid whenever I need to In my midnight confessions I reveal my imperial secrets I'm the master of misdirection With a few intellectual defects (hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...) There's a little red button I keep in my hand You better understand If and when I should push it the warheads will fly Kiss the planet goodbye Dubya: "I'm a threat to the American people, I... uh... I... I..." Busy day at the White House We're planning World War III I'm looking out for my corporate sponsors I say I'll crack down but I'm letting them run scot free In my midnight confessions I reveal my imperial secrets I'm the master of misdirection With a few intellectual defects Dubya: "I'm a threat to the American people" There's a little red button I keep in my hand You better understand That if I should push it the warheads will fly Kiss the planet goodbye Duh duh duh duh duh duh Dubya (repeat and fade) "Midnight Confessions" original words/music by Lou Josie © 1968 Revised lyrics and musical arrangement by Bush/Rove/Lay/Hicks/Delay Copyright © 2003 The Compassionate ConservativesNOT MY PRESIDENT, NOT MY WAR PDF format
Why aren't they happy to see us here? Why do they murder our troops then cheer? Why do they dance while the corpses burn? When will our government ever learn? Not My President, Not My War... Where are the roses they promised us? Nobody here we can dare to trust, They're hiding bombs in the donkey carts Six hundred dead and that's just the start... Not My President, Not My War... I don't care about Saddam The awful things he did Just want to get back home To see my wife and kid They booby-trapped the roads The kids are throwing rocks Which one of us is next To go home in a box? Not My President, Not My War... That's what you get when you go to war Without a reason worth fighting for You make it up as you go along You never want to admit you're wrong Not My President, Not My War... Chant by anti-war marchers(Portland, Oregon, 20-Mar-2004) Words/music by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 2004 The Compassionate ConservativesSNATCH DEFEAT FROM THE JAWS OF VICTORY PDF format
Something is missing but you don't know what it is When you can't see the sky through all the buildings that surround you And you don't hear the Earth crying out beneath the pavement But you try not to worry as you become distracted By the faces of the passersby and the same old numb reaction... Stupefaction You took the long road to make a short hop You took the last train... this is the first stop You have no choice but to disagree As I watch you snatch defeat from the jaws of victory The less you choose to say the more I understand How you don't like your job although you make a decent living But you wouldn't trade the way you are for the way that you were then And you still prefer to make love not war but you're not a virgin anymore 'Cause you think we should be strong in case Saddam decides to play it rough Then we'll call his bluff You took the long road to make a short hop You took the last train... this is the first stop You have no choice but to disagree As I watch you snatch defeat from the jaws of victory You had the morals of a paragon of youth But you kept getting older and you stopped getting wiser Then you lost sight of virtue as you fell into favor With a hopeless gang of imbeciles who all devoured your flavor Now you can walk among them since there's nothing left to savor Music and lyrics by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 1990 / 2004 The Compassionate ConservativesTEACH YOUR CHILDREN (PRE-EMPTIVE EMPIRE) PDF format
You who are on the fence, It makes no sense For re-election 'Cause Bush And the neo-cons Let war go on Without reflection... Teach your children well Keep them from hell Where children can die Don't give them monkey suits Or guns to shoot Don't kiss them goodbye If you ask the White House why They want to send your kids to die They'll just look at you and lie... (Pre-emptive Empire) And now It's been three years That we've lived in fear In this war on terror And as they frisk you at the gate You cry out "Wait, There's been some error..." Teach your children well Keep them from hell Where children can die Don't give them monkey suits Or guns to shoot Don't kiss them goodbye If you ask the White House why They want to send your kids to die They'll just look at you and lie... (Pre-emptive Empire) "Teach Your Children" original words/music by Crosby/Stills/Nash/Young © 1970 Revised lyrics and musical arrangement by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 2004 The Compassionate ConservativesTO ALL THE TROOPS I SENT TO WAR PDF format
To all the troops I sent to war Who won't be coming home no more I'm glad you came along I dedicate this song To all the troops I sent to war To all the troops who may survive The bees that trap you in their hive They don't appreciate The ones who liberate They think their land is occupied. Our men and women keep on dying And every time I try to say That I feel guilty for the lies I told My foolish pride gets in the way To all the troops I sent to war Who won't be coming home no more I'm happy as can be It's you instead of me And soon I plan to send some more To all the troops who shook my hand Then built my castles in the sand The war goes on and on And just like Vietnam You'll stay until the bitter end Our men and women keep on dying And every time I try to say That I feel guilty for the lies I told My foolish pride gets in the way Our boys and girls just keep on dying And every time I try to say That I'm so sorry that I caused their deaths My foolish pride gets in the way To all the troops who died for me In coffins that I dare not see We'll give your Mom and Dad A medal and a flag Their loss will be my victory... Original words and music by Willie Nelson Copyright © 1984 Lyrics and revised musical arrangement by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 2004 The Compassionate ConservativesWHITE HOUSE CROCK PDF format
Katey Harris rigged the voting rolls in advance George and brother Jeb were leaving nothing to chance The recount started, James Baker stepped in The Supreme Court voted to let Bush win What a crock... Everybody it's a crock Constitutional process blocked Now we've got the White House crock Bush was in the classroom when he heard the news Took him eight months to admit there were clues The Pentagon's a target and the towers fell down But Cheney kept the fighter jets on the ground What a crock... Everybody it's a crock Everybody's in a state of shock Dancing to the White House crock Cheney said Iraq was building nuclear bombs But Wilson went to Africa and proved him wrong Cheney took revenge by outing Wilson's wife He wrecked her career and risked her life What a crock... Everybody it's a crock It's treason to reveal a NOC Just another White House crock Colin Powell tried to make the case for war He showed an empty tube and told us what it was for He knew it was a lie but he pressed ahead And now his reputation is left in shreds What a crock... Everybody it's a crock Everybody's in a state of shock Marching to the White House crock Dubya told the UN to show some spine We gotta get Saddam and stop wasting time Germany and France both said "Nix nix" "We take our marching orders from Hans Blix" What a shock... Yeah Bush got a shock... Some people on this small blue rock Don't listen to the White House crock Dubya decreed that war must go on He dressed up like a pilot and said we won But the weapons weren't there and troops started to die "Mission Accomplished" was a big fat lie What a crock... Everybody it's a crock Iraq was gonna be a cakewalk Instead we got the White House crock Then we got the photos from Abu Ghraib "Just a couple bad apples" is what Bush said But this is no fluke, it's a full-blown plague Send Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld to The Hague What a crock... Everybody it's a crock Dubya's head is on the chopping block Still spewing out the White House crock Slime and Slander... Gerrymander Obfuscation = Terror Nation Texas Traitor = Fake Dictator Mideast Loiter = Schadenfreude Original words and music Copyright © 1957 Elvis Presley Lyrics and revised musical arrangement by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright © 2004 The Compassionate Conservatives
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