(instrumental intro)

Shrub's... failing... today.
His disastrous course; our emergency.
We're not quite so free...
Free to speak our minds 'gainst his monarchy.

For war, he's enraptured; mind overboard.
Bush just spends and borrows; rules by the sword.
Bush will lie, for war, he'll lie...
He's carrion.

(instrumental interlude)

Bush crooks and their greed...
Election via slaves with short memory.
They're happy; Shrub's mad.
Yes, Bush rewards rich friends, as he creams Baghdad.

Bush would rule Iraq forever, and none may oppose.
His cronies won't miss out... on their pot of gold.
Bush will lie... bust is his plan...
He's carrion.

(instrumental riff)

The blathering of neocons appears now all but dead.
They'll hang themselves, so long, their rope;
And this is what they dread...
They dread: Shrub's failed today, Shrub's failed today.
Shrub's failed today, they see.
Shrub's failed today, Shrub's failed today.
Shrub's failed today, they see.

They thought they were Shrub's angels, neocons now despised.
Shrub strutted on his warship; war's headed for demise;
Clinging...

Shrub's failed today, Shrub's failed today.
Shrub's failed today, they see.
Shrub's failed today, Shrub's failed today.
Shrub's failed today, they see.

(repeat refrain and fade)