Three
Pigs
Rush man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And with your head void, like your heart
You're really a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're really a laugh
You're really a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Laura, rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken homes
You're really a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You sound off, heart of steel
You're hot stuff, speak of sin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're really a laugh
You're really a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey Bush, White House, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud dumb louse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep your dealings from the press
You're nearly a real threat
All tight lips and no brain
And do you feel abused?
You will oversee the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Bushie you're really a threat
Bushie you're really a treat
But you're really a cry.
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