The Mideast world, it has exploded.
Violence flared up, bullets loaded.
The budget surplus is a deficit bloated.
You did believe in Gore, but who cares how you voted
when oil to Bush coffers now has freely floated.
And you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
you don't believe we're on the eve of disgustion?

Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
Can't you smell the stink Bush is cooking today?
Clinton left him good stuff, and he threw it all away.
There's a land to be saved, but he acts so depraved.
Take a look around you, people, it's bound to scare you, people.
And you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
you don't believe we're on the eve of disgustion.

Yeah, the land's gone mad with the Bush Administration.
I'm sittin' here gettin' heart palpitations
while Powell twists the truth at the United Nations
and caving Dem Senators pass tax legislation
and marches for peace won't change the Bush position
and human respect has gone off to fishin'.
This whole crazy world can't stop Georgie's mission.
And you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
you don't believe we're on the eve of disgustion.

Think of all the hate there is in North Korea
then take a look around at Trent Lott's career.
You may leave here for a week up in space
but Bush's NASA budget cuts would leave you noplace.
The pounding of Don Rumsfeld's war's a disgrace.
There are three thousand dead in that Manhattan place.
"Hate your next-door neighbor," says the God to whom Bush prays.
And you tell me, over and over and over and over again, my friend
you don't believe we're on the eve of disgustion?
No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of disgustion.