Country
Under Dubya
Welcome to the country under Dubya
Such a crooked place (such a crooked place)
Such a crooked place
Plenty of gloom in the country under Dubya
Any time of year, you can find it here
His mind is Tiffany-twisted, he won using ruthless ends
He's got a lot of daddies, daddies' boys, that he calls
friends
How they danced in the courtroom, stopped the ballots.
Our chance to remember, they want us to forget.
So he called upon Harris, "Please bring me a win"
She said, "I won't let that Al Gore win, you have no
fear"
And still those voters are calling from Florida
Wake you up in the middle of this fight
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the country under Dubya
Such a right wing place (such a homely face)
Such a right wing place
Right risin' up in the country under Dubya
What a big surprise, hea his alibis
Ballots that are uncounted, this year's campaign's on
ice
And Bush said: "You are all just prisoners here, of my
own device"
And in his daddy's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab Al with their steely knives,
But they just can't show him beat!
Last thing we'll remember, we all wanted a final score
We want to find the real count from the votes cast from
before
"Too bad!" said the right wing, "We are programmed to
deceive."
"We can spin out any lie we like, and we will never leave!"
(guitar solo to fade)
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