| Steve Sobek | |
| "G.W.'s America" | |
| Here come the bombs bombs, raining on down Pushing through the roofs roofs, blowing up the town Taking away the souls souls, who never did a thing Looking for the bombs bombs, never find a thing Take it to Iraq Iraq, finish daddy's war Run up the debt debt, spend a little more Dick's got your ear ear, can't think for yourself Could you do the job job, if he were dead? We must evolve Talking to the Lord Lord, got him on the phone Put him on hold hold, leave the gays alone Trying to tell us all all, what we should think He's got his whole team team, pushing out the ink Religion is the way way, believe or go to hell You're a bad man man, if you don't do it well Want to put our cross cross, right on your lawn Shove it down your throat throat, until your doubts are gone We must evolve Welcome to the land land, the home of the free But that only counts counts, if you look like me The American dream dream, buy it for yourself No one else else, keep it for yourself We must evolve |
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