World detests George Bush's name.
He's brainless and a liar.
He thinks he's blessed by God, but no -
They call this king Pariah.
Pariah throws his weight around,
And sends his bombs a-flying.
Pariah's making war drums sound,
While folks he's bombed are dying...
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
The U.N. screwed Pariah's game,
We heard him wail and whining:
"I want the world, but they hate me."
Dim Son for war was pining.
Bush got his way; addressed the world:
"Who's left of those behind me?"
Prestige he sought could not be bought.
He thinks he's God, goes blindly.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
We fear King George's game's insane.
His oil desire only
Got logic tossed; he stands alone.
Just Blair and him stand lonely.
War at all cost, his only plan
To stay a czar so mighty.
Pariah crows, "I can't be beat!"
He'll bleed the world for whitey.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
(instrumental ending)