Right
Wing Trooper
Brother Dubya flying high above,
Spread your lies, just our favorite son.
Hide the myst'ries of math on your way.
Though you seem dumb, we won't say a word.
What you don't know, you have never learned.
Right Wing Trooper, go sailing on by,
Catch our soul, catch the very right.
Hide many faults from their eager eyes.
Though we've seen them, we won't tell a soul.
What we won't see, can't be very whole.
Speak to us of summer,
Win White House longer
Than time can remember,
Piling up of others' cash,
Prattle on in old accustomed ways.
We still remember
The talks by the gipper,
The tax cuts and falters that,
In the knowledge of the scam,
Spoke to us in sweet accustomed ways.
Dubya lies, hold firmly on to me.
Catch his knowledge lighter each new day.
Lose as much as only he can show.
Though we've seen him, please don't say a word.
What we do know, we will never share.
(Part II. Disillusionment)
Heartlessness is a power that we possess to give or take
away forever.
All we know can be shown by your acceptance of the facts,
there hidden from you.
Take what we say in a different way, and it's easy to
see that Bush is all confusion.
As we reveal his plan for you, we can also deceive you
and you may follow.
(instrumental)
Speak to us of summer,
Lost white house longer
Than time can remember,
Piling up of Dubya woes,
Losing face in old accustomed ways.
We still remember
The talks by the gipper,
The tax cuts and falters that,
In the knowledge of the scam,
Spoke to us in sweet accustomed ways.
Part III: Scum
(Instrumental)
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