A short, short time ago,
I can still remember how those ballots lay there in a pile,
And I knew if you had your chance,
You'd squeeze your power from circumstance,
And maybe you could make your Mommy smile.
But January made me shiver,
With each appelate brief delivered,
Bad news on the court steps:
Gore couldn't take one more step.
And I don't remember if I cried,
When I stared into that Cheney's eyes,
But something shook me deep inside,
The day the country died.
So,,,

Chorus:
Aye, aye, watch America die
Because his sexual frustration causes missles to fly,
He can't quite understand himself and sublimates lies,
And so this will be the day that we die,
This will be the day that we die.

Do you crave your mother's love?
Does your God know the one above?
Does your Bible sell you so?
Now do you believe in mortar holes?
Can Saddam save your father's soul?
And can they teach you how to speak real slow?
And I know that you're at odds with him,
'Cause the child's war's set to begin,
Put on your Father's shoes
Sing his CIA Talkin' Blues
You were a twentysomething aimless s*****k,
With a Yale diploma: What a piece of junk,
But you knew you had pushed your luck,
The day of D-W-I
You started singin'...

(Chorus)

But for eight years since your daddy'd gone,
You tried to show your mom you're not the weakest spawn,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the Farmer burst upon the scene,
His thoughts were dirty, but his hands were clean,
Had a voice that came from you and me.
But before we knew what we had found,
The Actor strode his lines around,
Why were we not concerned,
With those election returns?
And while Reagan burned a book of Marx,
Your Daddy plotted in the dark,
And you scored nose blow from a narc,
The day the country died.
You were singing...

(Chorus)

Helter skelter in an Iraqi swelter,
Saddam put his people in an army shelter,
Eight meters down and dying fast,
An as our bombs fell on their ass,
With the Army ready for a Baghdad pass,
With your Father in the White House with the brass.
The Mideast air had heated plumes,
With the moment poised for the madman's ruin,
Dad had come to the dance,
But he never seized the chance,
'Cause when the soldiers tried to take the fields,
Their marching orders were repealed,
Do you recall what Jeb concealed,
The day the country died?
He was singin'...

(Chorus)

And the Son, he can only have one place:
To exceed a father who has lost his face,
With one chance left to prove again...
Now if Junior's hapless just like Bill was slick,
Osama and Saddam got another trick,
Cause fire is the madman's only end,
And why do your followers find it strange,
That AWOL soldiers never change?
You've not come down from heaven,
To help us through 9/11!
And as prevailing voices on the right,
Sanctify this Son and Father fight,
I saw Oedipus laughing with delight,
The day the country died.
He was singin'...

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I met a girl who asked for booze,
And told her she's too young to lose,
But she just blushed and tried to pay.
She took me to the secret store,
Where her father'd bought it years before,
But the sign there said the child had to pay.
And in the House the GOP,
Agreed to sign the bloody deed,
Just a single side was spoken,
The Dem's mikes all were broken,
And the three men I despise the most,
The Father, Son and the Cheney Ghost,
Raised their glasses for a toast,
The day the country died.
The three were singin'...

Aye, aye, watch America die,
Because our sexual frustration causes missles to fly,
We don't quite understand ourselves and sublimate lies,
And so this will be the day that you die.