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Midland (Original: "Longview" written and performed by Green Day) Sit around and watch the tube, the debate's on Stare at the candidates for an hour or two George Dubya speaks just for a bit I'm sick of all his same old shit If you vote for that idiot You're fucking crazy Read his lips, look in his eyes The man's incredibly unwise I'm so damn mad, 'cause he's so BLIND!!! And I smell a rat Peel me off this velcro seat and get me voting I sure as hell won't vote for Dubya, though From Bush I'm making A RETREAT I want to help with his defeat Life under Bush would be COMPLETE HELL I'll vote for Bradley Read his lips, look in his eyes The man's incredibly unwise I'm so damn mad, 'cause he's so BLIND!!! And I smell a rat BUSH HAS NO MOTIVATION HE'LL CAUSE US ALL FRUSTRATION HE WILL FUCK UP THIS NATION HELP STOP THIS SITUATION Sit around, pick up the phone; the Bush's camp's calling Call them pathetic call them WHAT YOU WILL They tell me Bush should get the job But he can't do the one HE's got And our great nation's lost all hope If we fucking elect him Read his lips, look in his eyes The man's incredibly unwise I'm so damn MAD, 'cause he's so blind His cluelessness will not suffice Read his lips, look in his eyes The man's incredibly unwise Some say, "Quit George, you're so BLIND" And ain't that the truth Friends in Loaded Places (Original: "Friends in Low Places" written and performed by Garth Brooks) VERSE: Blame it all on my roots I showed up in cahoots With the big-time money out there I was early to show; it's all who you know And people really think that I care I thought I was wise And yet one of the guys When I kicked off my campaign A debate I went to, I found I hadn't a clue Thanks to that damn Johnny McCain! CHORUS: Oh, I've got friends in loaded places Where the money flows in political races No compassion today Support the NRA I hang out in high society places We ignore the poor or laugh in their faces Yeah, I got friends in loaded places VERSE: Now it won't be long 'Til I finish this song But wait, I'll say a bit more I'll protect all your rights, if you're Christian and white And if you are far, far from poor Hey you don't mean beans, unless you show me some green Just give me a thousand times ten I'll be the man who's got all the power To ruin this country we're in. CHORUS | |||
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