Come and listen to a story about a man named Dub
A poor oil man’s son, barely a silver spoon scrub,
Then one day he was shootin up some coke,
And up through his brain came a bubblin' hoax.
War that is,
black gold, all for me
Well the first thing you know
ol' dub's a dictator,
Neocons said all you lefties are just haters
Said Guantanamo is the place you ought to be
So they loaded up the truck and killed what was free.
our laws, that is.
signing statements, wiretaps.
The Corporate Pharisees!
Well now its time to say good-bye to Dub and his bloody crown.
And he would like to thank you folks fer kindly bowing down.
You’re all invited back again to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of his hospitality
War profiteering that is.
dying for your country’s rich.
Empty your pockets.
Y'all come back now, y'hear?