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The stories you've repeatedly told Are so old they're leaving us cold. And now you're claiming Rove is to blame When all he did was leak lies, Promoting your phony franchise, Hoping nobody'd get wise, But how 'bout those spies? We're getting sick of your claims – His arsenal was merely Karl's call To enthrall us with what you'd planned to do, When Rove found we'd got sick of you. Now he's changed the name of your game – Weapons weren't found so a new runaround – Would a fight for democracy do? Or would we get sicker of you? You both make us sick ev'ry time we see An unarmored Humvee kill many more you've sent over. Congressional pork's more important to you than the dough for an armor makeover. Yet you're the first to complain When we point out you're the cause of our terrorist pain – Well, we're goddamn sick of you two.
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter To 'Co-conspirators - Rove' |