Ahhhh
What a disaster
A message from the pastor
You're the asshole ambassador
The deceptor
Deceiver
Through fear and sloganeering
They've all been had and they're still cheering
Even after no WMD's
Or links to Osama or Iraqis
You've still got them waving flags
As thousands go home in body bags
Everyday more suicide bombs
And everyday more single moms
So, how's it going?
No possibility of a third term
So you and Scooter Libby don't have to squirm
Take it easy
You've removed the Head Of State
Man, it must feel really great
To sit there in your easy chair
As the economy crumbles to despair
Blood is running down your f*cking hands
As it curdles in the f*cking sand
Take a load off
Take a break
So you can imagine you're own fate
How's it going?
How's it f*cking going?