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Ah, look at all the hopeless losers! Ah, look at all the well-paid cronies!
Harriet Miers picks up the rice in the church and eats it for lunch, She likes the crunch. Waits at the window, wearing a wig That she keeps in a jar by the door, Who was it for?
All the worthless has-beens, where do they all come from? All the right-wing bozos, where do they all belong?
L. "Scooter" Libby, writing the words of a memo That no one will read. (No one can read.) Look at him stumble, throwing his crutches at night When there's nobody there, what does he care?
All the Bush ass-kissers, where do they all come from? All the friends of Cheney, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all those pudgy people! Ah, look at all those ugly mug shots!
Poor Michael Brown, died in the church and was buried A True Fashion God. Heckuva job. See Donald Rumsfeld wiping the dirt from his hands As he walks to his grave No one was saved.
All the Bush appointees, where do they all come from? All the rich white felons, where do they all belong?
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