Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft. Protests you dread, that's why. Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft. Bush Boy made you his spy. Our freedoms were our fountain. Now they got the knife. On "war time," Ashcroft's countin' To make Bush "King For Life." Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft. Protests you dread, that's why. Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft. Bush Boy made you his spy. (Sung by Ashcroft:) "You all must follow What you are told, or we Will punish your damned protestin' This ain't no democracy."

Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft.
Protests you dread, that's why.
Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft.
Bush Boy made you his spy.

(Sung by Ashcroft:)
"You all must follow
What you are told, or we
Will send you down a blind alley.
Hang you from the highest tree."

Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft.
Protests you dread, that's why.
Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft.
Bush Boy made you his spy.

Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft.
Protests you dread, that's why.
Our rights are dead, John Ashcroft.
Bush Boy made you his spy.

Protests you dread, that's why.
Protests you dread, that's why.
Protests you dread, that's why.

Copyright © 2001 by W. Tong
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