What can they say?
Their Chief is a clown,
These men of a thousand vices
Talk like jerks, and they're loud.
But nobody ever hears them,
'Cause they're sounding all quite fake.
They prop up the Bogus POTUS,
'Cause they're Fools on the Hill.
Bush's son's going down,
And his eyes fill with dread,
As he spins to the ground.
(instrumental break)
Nobody seems to like him,
'Cause Bush engineered a coup.
They're forever known for stealing
'Cause they're Fools on the Hill.
Bush's son's going down,
And his eyes fill with dread,
As he spins to the ground.
Bush's son's going down,
And his eyes fill with dread,
As he spins to the ground.
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