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We, his generals, solemnly swear, Wishing we were the f… out of there. With losses mounting Bush says stop counting While he again tries his prayer: "Oh – God of Islam, what the hell, You've seen the bull I've tried to sell. But refusing's not amusing, Can't I have at least one well?" Born a Bush, a pain in the butt, Like his Pop, he mis-read his gut. Mid-term election! Total rejection! Still he refuses to cut His – Ties to Allah to avoid Advice that we be unemployed. His former God's saying, "Don't count on praying To make up for all you've destroyed." We, his generals, helped him a lot, Never asking for more than we got. Never knowing why he was crowing – Because he and we had not been shot? So – Pray to Allah that he's right! Not to fear that Bushie might Face rejection, change direction, Or admit we've lost his fight.
Music & Original Lyric by John Henry Hopkins, Jr. To 'Bushie's Generals' To 'Bushie's Religious Crusades' |