| Another hundred days in, I’m dazed and confused
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| This lack of opposing views and slogan
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| To get elected, if only been neglected or slowly fused
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| It’s Bush resurrected, he looms in the spirit of Obama
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| Consumed by the spirit of Osama
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| But calm as a bitch, drama
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| And hope’s just a four-letter word, it’s a verb
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| Some hippy turned upside down and back around
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| To a proper noun, it’s absurd
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| Blurred by Wikipedia, slurred by wicked media clowns, while
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| News revives the, surprised while we listen, news anchors so smitten
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| When the president talks of new anchors hitting bottom of
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| Middle Eastern borders in neutral waters there’s battleships, dark
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| We dress up our liars in politicians are tired of being admired
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| Loaded
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| Mass-produced the mass seduced by puppets in suits
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| Let loose that you welcome the news
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| So you got no excuse to complain about the abuse
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| All we hear’s Obama sweet talking peace talks
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| Taking soldiers out of Iraq and send 'em right back to restock
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| We armed, recon be on Afghanistan
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| We on the front-page, paparazzi tarnished, looking neo-Nazi
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| We on the hot seat
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| Patriot Acts have been extended, promptly
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| Guantanamo has only been suspended, freedom of speech amended
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| and descended from toxins and rendered in hues
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| Blood-red, moved by judge enforced by thugs bred
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| Brownshirt youth, kill trust, love and liberty
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| And anything within the constitution of vicinity
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| Lies still and kills the holy trinity
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| Geronimo, yeah
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| Drop 'em all in Guantanamo
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| Bush took, lock him up and ship 'em off to a rock
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| We don’t need 'em to strip down freedom
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| Geronimo, yeah
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| Drop 'em all in Guantanamo
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| Bush took, lock him up and ship 'em off to a rock
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| We don’t need 'em to strip down freedom |