(incidentally, that's the clear plastic liner to the Rumsfeld mask. Not horrible skin disease of some kind.)
BUSH, INC. AT THE EVE OF DESTRUCTION
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(Original Lyrics by P.F. Sloan,
mauled beyond all recognition by
the farmingdale sound machine - may 2004)
BUSH: "Fool me once, shame on - shame on you - fool me, can't get fooled again."
CHENEY: "There is no dictator to protect them. weakness. There is no dictator to protect them. weakness."
the middle east -
It is explodin'
nostrils flarin'
Cheney glarin'
dick loves to kill
and do some gloatin'
just a little war
gets Halliburton bloatin'
But you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, I don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
RUMSFELD: "We now know that we don't know."
can't ya understand what I'm tryin' to say
we gotta find a way to make Rumsfeld pay
a slimy ghoul, that brings decay
all he wants to do
is dig grave after grave
death brings him joy,
'bound to scare you, boy.
And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
BUSH: "And so in my state of the - in my state of the union... errr state, my speech to the nation - whatever you wanna call, speech to the nation."
think of all the hate
there is in Crawford
Bush drowned in drugs,
just like Peter Lawford
his monkey brain spinnin,
his brain's in space
sickness can be spotted
across his face
skull and bones
what a splendid disgrace
clearing brush
at his fakey place
hates his fellow man,
never says grace
And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, I don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
BUSH: "I asked Americans to give 4000 years... 4000 hours over the next, rest of your life."
(repeat first verse)
BUSH: "Of service to america, that's what I asked - 4000 hours!"
at the top
the very head of the table
Poppy Bush is Mr. Able
fuck the filthy blueblood beast
a sour cup, that reeked like yeast
barbed penis like a kittykat
Poppy Bush that little rat
there's always just a little room
clown prince in a Yalie tomb
jack off in a Yalie tomb
Skull and Bones in a Yalie tomb
And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, I don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
I don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
POPPY: "Nothing but contempt and anger."
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previously:
http://www.terminalproduct.com/georgie.rmhttp://www.terminalproduct.com/torture.rm