Secrets
Aid This Man
Shrub's a man who runs away from danger.
For everything, he needs his own arranger.
With every move he makes,
Dick Cheney's heart just aches.
Odds are he will lead us to more sorrow.
Secrets aid this man.
Secrets aid this man.
There is no one who's dumber.
A faker of Dubya's fame.
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He covers up all traces you may find
Of scandals and his past; his evil mind.
Ah, be careful what you say,
Or he'll have you put away.
Odds are he will lead us to more sorrow.
Secrets aid this man.
Secrets aid this man.
There is no one who's dumber.
A faker of Dubya's fame.
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We lived in a gilded era today.
Kenneth Lay and donors tell Bush just what to say.
And so, watch the power of Bush slip.
Dismissive, evasive quips.
Odds are he will lead us to more sorrow.
Secrets aid this man.
Secrets aid this man.
There is no one who's dumber.
A faker of Dubya's fame.
Secrets aid this man.
