He's only just begun... to spin.
Blown campaign promises.
Shrub's out of luck; send him on his way.
(His lies being spun...)
Denying what he's done, he'll lie.
Big Oil's road, he'll choose.
While terror's stalkin' us from the sky.
We now know what they've done...
Bush and his cronies have no use for us.
They went and signed our rights away.
Screwing us over; what they'll do to us.
To make things better, make them pay.
We'd better...
Bin Laden and his chums... are vile!
Thousands of lives, now dead.
But not a trace of his doom to show.
A failure by Dim Son.
Bush and his cronies have no use for us.
They went and signed our rights away.
Screwing us over; what they'll do to us.
To make things better, make them pay.
We'd better... we'd better...
Bin Laden and his chums... are vile!
Thousands of lives, now dead.
But not a trace of his doom to show.
A failure by Dim Son.
A failure by Dim Son...
A failure by Dim Son...
(instrumental ending)