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HerGe's to the judges of JoChn RoberGts
GWho wear the robe of honor in theirC phony Dlegal fort
GAnd justices are stranger when theC partisDans report
GWhen the court elected the president, it was theC beginning ofD this war.
GOh here's to theEm land you'Cve torn out Dthe heart of
GJohn Roberts, finEmd yourself anothCer couDntry to be Gpart of.
GAnd here's to the government ofC Dick CGheney
GWith criminals posing asC advisors tDo the crown
GAnd they hope no one sees the sights
And that Cno one hears Dthe sounds
G'Cause the speeches of our president are theC ribbonsD of a clown.
GOh here's to theEm land you'Cve torn out Dthe heart of
GDick Cheney, finEmd yourself anothCer couDntry to be Gpart of.
GAnd here's to the churches ofC Jerry FaGlwell.
GOr a cross once made of silver, now it'sC turnDed to rust
GAnd the Sunday morning services preachingC fear of mDen in love
GAnd God only knows, inC Heaven theyD must trust.
GOh here's to theEm land you'Cve torn out Dthe heart of
GJerry Falwell, finEmd yourself anothCer couDntry to be Gpart of.
GAnd here's to the laws ofC Alberto GonGzales
GAnd congress will fasten that in theC panic oDf the day
GThe constitution's drowning in anC oceDan of decay
GAnd freedom of speech is dangerous I've evenC heardD them say
GOh here's to theEm land you'Cve torn out Dthe heart of
GGonzales, finEmd yourself anothCer couDntry to be Gpart of.
GAnd here's to the businessmen ofC GeorGge W.
GWho want to change the focus from HallCiburtonD to Enron
GAnd their profits, like blood money spill outC on the White DHouse lawn
GAnd to keep a hold of power, they're usinCg terrorD as it come
GWhile the bombs that fall on children,
Don't know Cwhich side
Don't care Cwhich side
That they're Don.
GOh here's to theEm land you'Cve torn out Dthe heart of
GGeorge W., finEmd yourself anothCer couDntry to be Gpart of.
GOh here's to theEm land you'Cve torn out Dthe heart of
GGeorge W., finEmd yourself anothCer couDntry to be Gpart of.
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