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Bush the Cowboy, a gun slinger,
Slays through an out-of-control band.
Whenever Bush has problems,
He'll bomb regimes to seize oil or land.

More people in this country (yeah)
Sayin' stop to where Bush would go.
Democracy's now sickly (yes, it is),
Must kiss the crown and never say no.

Bush goals advancin'... gun slingin'...
To keep the oil a-movin'.
Where the hell is bin Laden, WMD's and Hussein?
They're all sayin'...
Time to face the music, Bush Boy!
Time to face the music, now!
Time to face the music, Bush Boy!
Now, as it should be,
Or kiss that rich boy's ass of yours goodbye!
Bush, you lie... so, good-bye!

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Bush thought it would be easy:
Bomb Iraq, Saddam he'd find.
Made war for reasons shaky;
Troops fought to save George Bush's behind.
And now things are no better.
He's f*ckin' up in every way.
He's gonna lose for oil stealin'.
Our troops learn lethal lessons each day.

Bush goals advancin'... gun slingin'...
To keep the oil a-movin'.
Where the hell is bin Laden, WMD's and Hussein?
They're all sayin'...
Time to face the music, Bush Boy!
Time to face the music, now!
Time to face the music, Bush Boy!
Now, as it should be,
Or kiss that rich boy's ass of yours goodbye!
Bush, you lie... so, good-bye!

Don't doubt it, time to face the music!
Time to face the music.
Time to face the music.
Gonna creep on, tme to face the music.
Time to face the music.

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