I don’t want my blood spilled on the desert soil
I don’t wanna kill another man for a gallon of oil
I’m gonna cut and run, I got the George Bush blues
But they give me a gun, and say `You know what to do’.
I tried to write him a letter, my mailbox can’t be seen
It’s sink or swim when you live in New Orleans
I’m gonna cut and run, I got the George Bush blues
I got that sad, soaked feeling, from my head to my shoes.
Lord, I tell you I’m hot, getting hotter each day
But global warming don’t exist, so it’s all okay
I do believe I’ll cut and run, I got the George Bush blues
I’d run away, but I melted holes in my shoes.
I’m going to the chapel, gonna kneel down and pray
Preacher said `You can get married, just so long as you aren’t gay’
I do believe I’ll cut and run, I got the George Bush blues
He's gone to church in a state, worried about his family values.
I got cameras in my house, taps in my phone
The CIA at my door when I take out a loan
I do believe I’ll cut and run, I got the George Bush blues
I swear to God, the CIA is on my roof.
I’m telling you right now, you fascists are bound to lose,
I got the
George Dubya Bush, war-for-oil, Patriot Act paranoia, N’Owleans,
‘Heckuva Job, Brownie’, Valerie Plame, WMD’s, Stolen Election,
Karl Rove, Axis of Evil, DUI, Iraq, Gay Marriage, Iran, CNN, North Korea, Gitmo, Jack Abramoff, Tom Delay, Stephen Harper, Abu Ghraib, Environment, Haliburton, AWOL, Supreme Court, Church and State, Fox News, Scooter Libby, Death Penalty, Dick Cheney Hunting Trip, Religiously Appointed, Approval Rating, Cold War Era, Tony Blair, Al Qaeda, Duck and Cover, Corrupt Government, Immigration,
Ineptitude Blues
Patrick O'Reilly
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