When Dubya goes bombing homes again, Hoorah, Hoorah. He's dropping his death on those brown-skinned, Hoorah, Hoorah Civilian eyes will shed a tear. But the cameras won't catch their fear. And it's just around the corner in the American Oil War The UN allows his iron fist. Hoorah, Hoorah. To hunt down Iraqis, blown to bits Hoorah, Hoorah. Their faces hidden from TV screens Explosions louder than their own screams. The new party's army will march right over their heads.

What's Saddam hidden down in his lairs?
Will our troops be caught there unaware?
The new party army marching with volkssturm stares

When Dubya goes bombing homes again,
Hoorah, Hoorah.
No one gives a damn what will happen then,
Hoorah, Hoorah.

A wedding party, kids playing loud.
A J-Dam swoops from out of the clouds.
Bodies parts rain down when Dubya goes bombing homes.

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