| More war, he's sworn, though Bush polls now sag.
Prisoners beaten black and blue! Iraq's the land for sale to our chief. Here's what our secret prisons will do... We can't see... we can't see... the deaths of innocent
ones, no!
(instrumental break) Iraq's war-torn; chaos in that land.
We can't see... we can't see... just how "renditions"
are done.
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Dick's not embarassed; war was based on lies
Had to find excuse for war, yeah
"It isn't torture, if we let them live."
It's done in secret cells off-shore.
We can't see... we can't see... what's Rummy's military
done.
We can't see... we can't see... Dick wants more torturing
done.
We can't see... we can't see... Dick wants more torturing
done.
We can't see... we can't see... Dick wants more torturing
done...
(repeat refrain and fade)