Ashcroft is a nervous guy
His police state is insane. He will use his goons to spy On those who go 'gainst the grain. Wa-a-a-a-a-ar... wa-a-a-a-ar... wa-ar on all of
us.
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Ashcroft wants theocracy.
Sing these songs; at him, we jeer.
Moral uptightness lunacy;
His kind would rule us through fear.
Wa-a-a-a-a-ar... wa-a-a-a-ar... wa-ar on all of
us.
His excess means jail.
Wa-a-a-a-a-ar... wa-a-a-a-ar... wa-ar on all of
us.
His excess means jail.
Naked statues you can't see.
"Let the eagle soar," he'll sing.
He'll enforce Bush tyranny.
Abuse power to serve the king.
Wa-a-a-a-a-ar... wa-a-a-a-ar... wa-ar on all of
us.
His excess means jail.
Wa-a-a-a-a-ar... wa-a-a-a-ar... wa-ar on all of
us.
His excess means jail.
John's the Bush arranger-aide;
Right wing angel loved by Shrub
Citizens should be afraid
Bill of Rights, Ashcroft will drub.
Wa-a-a-a-a-ar... wa-a-a-a-ar... wa-ar on all of
us.
His excess means jail.
Wa-a-a-a-a-ar... wa-a-a-a-ar... wa-ar on all of
us.
His excess means jail.