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��������� �����i've been quiet for a bit too long, riding the fence with a half-hummed song, shifting from foot to foot and barely staring at the sun, only looking at the ground, i'm bound, round and round like i'm waiting to be found (at the amusement park, left there by your mom) and the president's over there dropping bombs, ain't it a shame, there's no fame in it, there's no pain in it, except for the little kids who think they'll all die and that woman in the veil who was run over by the bull-dozer, well that shows 'er, he said, and went off to bed, and now he's probably dead,and mr. bush, he thinks he knows where the world is spinnin he's playin with it like jenny craig with a woman who's thinnin, danglin a yo-yo up and down, down and up, drinkin from a tea cup, stupid thing's like a bomb with the fuse retracting, contracting, i've been quiet for much too long, it's the time and the rhyme just goes on and on, it's the time and there's grime on your face georgie-porgie oh no wait, here's your dramatic foil, it's a little spot of oil, and your eyes are so sad, it's too bad but oh so rad isn't it to go out and protest in the streets maybe get the cuffs, get beat, smiling the whole way, no jose, go back to mexico, you're no volcano about to blow, just a little fizzle, a dud, here comes saddam with a scud - there goes tel aviv, you didn't believe! iraq, hell, we'll just attack, the world's not a diamond you can purchase, search us, check the other facet, drop some acid rain on 'em, yeah that's the ticket, soon the rainforests will all be rainthickets
ah so, kim jong-il? he's illin, where's the villain, shred the map to pieces, jesus, he was just a man up on some cut-down trees, oh please, let yourself go down to hell, come back up and save us all from satan, we're all fuckin and matin with the wrong sorta folk, it's a motherfuckin joke, and the end of the world is on your front lawn -
sunset, i'll bet, we'll all be gone, a red dawn, show the world we're still here, raise a beer, a budweiser, bush is a miser, in his house of stone, you all groan and moan, he's playin with his bone, it's a shame, we tape up our windowpanes - uh oh, did ya sneeze? wheeze, wheeze, could be a disease, could be anthrax, that's a fact, saddam's to blame, that's his game, or so we're trained to think, all that's gone in a blink when you open your eyes, look at the skies, they're painted black and bush is BACK in the house of stone, you all groan and moan, but it's true, and now you're all blue -
and you're all sittin there in union square, on a dare, singin give peace a chance, patchwork pants, you're in a position for everyone to listen except for the policeman who's deaf dumb and blind, oh you're so kind to the birds and the bunnies, well honeys, you're wrong, and your song is old, it's crumbling like the twin towers, you ain't got no power, you're just a follower, go take a shower, maybe even light a candle, cluster outside of the lincoln memorial, we might even show up at your funeral, it's a boon to you, don't fuckin burn the flag, burn a girlie mag, but first get off to it, don't waste that precious shit, hey look at me i'm gollum, crawlin' in the dirt and the mud, oh crud, this is over, i don't even know what it was, i guess y'all can just give me the cold shoulder, sisyphus roll your boulder,
hey mr bush what're you doin hurlin bombs you better check your moms she's over here tellin little kids how to live their lives but she sucked with you cause you're playing with lives, you're playin with knives stick one in iraq, cough and hack, dick cheney, you meanie, it's a new jumprope rhyme, just in time, all the kiddies sing it at school, it's a crime, drop a dime in the phone, call home, dial down the middle, here's a riddle :
the church in the town is smokin, the teenagers are tokin, the graffiti on the walls is meaty, it has substance, make it interpretative dance, even this is somethin, fractured and stupid, make a bid, i'll put it up on ebay right next to my soul, and my bowl, though i don't smoke maybe i'll start, my eyes'll dart from place to place, continue this race, this pace, by god's grace, it's a getaway chase, it's ginsberg's howl, only more of a growl, well at least i ain't a head wearin' a towel, i'd be hit in the knee, do you agree, like nancy when tonya had her jealousy spree, only this ain't skatin, this isn't even datin, this is war, this is what is it good for, this is me standin at the bar and askin for a drink even though i'm only eighteen i think, hell i coulda turned another year, just fuckin gimme a beer, fuckin queer, jesus christ i'm tired of this shit, which is why this is all bein spit,
all the news is fuckin up my day, fuck this shit, i'm on my way