The
Battle For Ever More
Bush the Blight took his bow,
And then he turned to go,
The poor people embraced the gloom,
And worked the night alone.
Oh, trance of the dark, the Right,
Await the budget fight.
The dark Lott rides in force tonight,
And sure to screw us all.
Oh, throw away your earned dough,
Best now to hock your homes.
Side by side, we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
We hear the Bushies blunder,
Dow takes the final blow,
We're waiting for the Republican tax plan,
Waiting for stocks to fall low.
Bush will watch the deficits grow,
Seeds of unhappiness,
The gifts to rich folks who don't care,
Repay the debt, yeah right, no, no.
Oh, trance of the dark, the Right,
Await the budget fight.
The budgets turns to red from black,
The tyrant's face is red.
Oh cut is their common cry,
Parse up their words, they lie.
G.O.P. filled with crooks and bad
We mortals never know.
Oh, well, the Right is wrong,
No heed while business slows,
Tired eyes when the Son lies,
Waiting for stocks to fall low.
The pain of cuts cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
Reagan mistakes, his people stall,
Right wing wraiths ride in black, ride on.
Sing as they prepare the blow,
Deep cutter than before.
No comfort has the reporters fail
To light his face so cold.
Oh, trance of the dark, the Right,
Await the budget fight.
The magic cuts rip off our gold,
Please bring the balance back, bring it back.
At last the Son is smiling, his minions now roll by,
Words lame, from this devil of darkness,
Newspapers mind his lies.
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