Polls
Drop, Keep Filling Bush With Dread
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
And Shrub's asking why defeat looms so big; more troops
dead.
Bluffing, full of sh*t.
Those... polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread,
They keep fallin'...
His Poppy tried; there's no talkin' to Dim Son.
'Cause Shrub said he didn't like how Pop left things
"undone" -
Saddam in Iraq.
Those... polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread,
They keep fallin'...
But this dumb king said no.
His views won't bend so neatly; used deceit, he...
Won't admit wrong; his Iraq mess f**ked up completely.
(brief instrumental break)
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
Disaster is seen; his lies harpooned, with more troops
dead.
Lyin' still is he.
Through... poll levers, gonna stop his reign; Bush is
waning.
Vote while you're free.
A war criminal, he...
(instrumental riff)
Won't admit wrong; his Iraq mess f**ked up completely.
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
Disaster is seen; his lies harpooned, with more troops
dead.
Lyin' still is he.
Through... poll levers, gonna stop his reign; Bush is
waning.
Vote while you're free.
A war criminal, he...
(instrumental fade)
