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Here's to his way to make war, With a smirky grin, Hanging out in Texas and planning for more That he'll never win. Replacing troops Rummy can't equip "That wasn't our goal" With 'for hire' groups "I run a tight ship" He can't control. "Does anyone still need control?" He'll take a poll. Here's to the guys that he hires, In it for the cash, Rushing to Iraq to make a quick buck. "Who you want we should bash?" Security for pay – "How much a day?" How 'bout a thousand dollars? Whatever it takes to sway A company of brawlers. "We're how he will win? Damn, look at that grin. "Here's to his departing troops, But what about us? Fighting insurgents, Bush said was urgent – Now find our own bus? Or join in his new civil war? Which side's offering more? Unless like Bush, they're full of lies, And ev'rybody dies – Dies! Dies! Dies! Dies! Dies! Dies! Dies!"
Music & Original Lyric by Stephen Sondheim To 'A Stephrn Sondheim Songbook' |