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Stop... those bombs aimed by Shrub
To break Iraq apart.

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Hey, Bush Baby, we don't care if you say go,
And beat the drums of war.
We watch your dumb words which repeat:
"I want Saddam out - he's dead meat!"
Just in time before November.
When we go vote, you may hurt.
(He's a loner...) No leaders will help W.
(He's a loner...) The world isn't his to screw.

Stop... those bombs aimed by Shrub.
To break Iraq apart.
Stop... those bombs aimed by Shrub.
To break Iraq apart.
He's a loner...
He's a loner...

We know Bush has curbed our civil rights.
Ashcroft the Schemer tortures with delight.
Since the Supreme Court selection,
We're now under police state "protection."
So this time, Bush calls to take up arms.
Distract us through alarms.
(He's a loner...) No leaders will help W.
(He's a loner...) The world isn't his to screw.

Stop... those bombs aimed by Shrub.
To break Iraq apart.
Stop... those bombs aimed by Shrub.
To break Iraq apart.
He's a loner...
He's a loner...

Bush tried so hard - hard, 'cause he's impatient.
He wants his war; wants Saddam's erasure.
But this time, there's no "together."
So without aid, he'll wage war, hell for leather.

Stop... those bombs aimed by Shrub.
To break Iraq apart.
Stop... those bombs aimed by Shrub.
To break Iraq apart...

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