(instrumental intro)

(More! War! More! War!)
Neo-cons are sayin'...

(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)

War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

They're dead wrong, still sayin'....

(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)

(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

Though they're wrong, they work so hard.
Their Dim Son is... going down.
"My way or the highway!" the Bush way;
Bush swearing, wearing a crown.
In Iraq, throwing troops' lives away.
'Cause the neocons still hold sway.

War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

Torture, death, they're bringin'...
Troops... they're comin' one of these days...
They're comin' home...
Bush the moron... who for war, still cheers.
But meanwhile, he's got impeachment fears.

(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

"War's not wrong," they're singin', mm...
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why do they work so hard
Still to slaughter, bloodthirsty

For war, they work hard...

(fade)