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America's freedom... has been ruined.
Bush is our disease at home.
Things are looking bad.
The Bush Junta is mad.
Just see what kind of men
Now prey upon the land we love.

George Dubya's blundering: how we got here.
From him, all we get is lies.
We've got unsafer cars,
And greedy corporate czars.
His men have sold us out
To get themselves a piece of power.

The Shrub won't hear you speak your mind.
His brain's a simple maze.
He's afraid he'll fade, just like he did back in the days:
Pre 9-1-1 fiasco - no substance, only style.
When all his polls were going down.
He should be put on trial.

America's falling... to its ruin.
'Cause Bush don't know what to do.
The world's a battleground.
His policies unsound.
Don't sit there and do nothing;
Go and vote to save the land we love!

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America's falling... to its ruin.
'Cause Bush don't know what to do.
The world's a battleground.
His policies unsound.
Don't sit there and do nothing;
Go and vote to save the land we love!

We must all do something; go and vote to save the land we love.
Stop Bush!
We must all do something; go and vote to save the land we love.