As sung by Emperor Dubya, stung by his debacles and political misfortunes this past summer 2005
Torn to ribbons - it ain't fair!
Polls continuing to fall.
I'm stuck tryin' to save my skin,
Losin' battles big and small.
Hurricane hit me broadside.
I deemed early warnings "slight."
My head's achin' all the time...
Hell, we're snake-bit on the Right!
We had fought this fight so long;
Gone awry; don't understand.
What bedevils me with sorrow?!
Ruled through might; can't let it end.
To New Orleans, feds have gone.
Funds we'll borrow for their plight.
Rich folks' tax cuts, leave alone.
Hell, we're snake-bit on the Right!
(instrumental break)
We had fought this fight so long.
Gone awry; don't understand.
What bedevils me with sorrow?!
Ruled through might; can't let it end.
To New Orleans, feds have gone.
Funds we'll borrow for their plight.
Rich folks' tax cuts, leave alone.
Hell, we're snake-bit on the Right!