Well, you thought he was a good guy
so you made him President
Speaking plain he did beseech
He said just what he meant
But now you look around and see
that everything's undone
And now you're all upset, it seems he's just a pampered son

(A pampered son, A pampered son)

You assumed there would planning
before taking us to war
now soldiers are getting killed
it's not clear just what for
But when you ask for answers
they dissemble, then stay "mum'
From out his lips come dumb things from this feckless, pampered son

(from pampered son, things that seem dumb)

Standing there, this fool telling lies
reckless cowards acting like they're wise
trying to be stern
(beats "War" drum still)
Will we ever learn?

So now things aren't going too well
overseas or here at home
but still they blow hot air
as on and on the bastards drone
The BS and the lying
you had hoped was now all done
(not done)
we've been had; worse than his Dad
This reckless, pampered son

(spoiled, pampered son, more lies to come)

{Instrumental break}

{Sung in dream-like manner}

Iraq War has not gone as was planned
cronies now steal everything that they can
The pampered hand in which we placed our fate
Has dropped the ball; the next shoe falls as we wait

(Reckless, pampered son)
(still beats the "War' drum)
(we await what comes)
(as guitar he strums)

{Out to Fade}