Pity
You
Pity you
You're tellin' me we got a problem
Bush's sorrid new connections
His mindless kind of reaction
You never get no satisfaction
Pity you
You know we really got a problem
The nasty kind of reflection
A dangerous sort of destruction
Bush makes it difficult
Makes it hard to read
Takes it all away
From what you had in mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's to you
I know you really got a problem, problem
Bush's new kind of distraction, distraction
His mindless sort of reaction, reaction
His nasty sort of contraction, contraction
You never get no satisfaction, faction
But there's some big fat points
That you seem to be missin'
And it's drivin' you to destruction
That doesn't seem
To bring you to your feet
To halt his obsession
Got you jumpin on back
Week after week, week after week
Day after day, day after day
Hour after hour, hour after hour
The way he came
More of the same, yeah yeah
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