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It's so clear, Dubya's treason we'll prove.
See this fool, running way from blame.
He's their toad, in his mind, Big Oil's the game.

So... Bush must go.
His mind so simple, decisions he'll blow.
We're stunned he's not up to par for the throne.
Guess he doesn't know how.

Dubya's cronies are the creepy kind.
For the bribes they've been taking, they'll come under fire.
Sleazy, these Bushistas, through their lies, got hired.

So... Bush must go.
Press lets him cheat when he's done, slinking low.
Moon's so right wing at Washington Times.
Spins everything for the Right.

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Bush Baby's hungry for money to run.
Let's send him home, back to Texas, his zone.
Al Gore was much better; Bush is a blowhard, a retard.

Oh, tell 'em Bush must go.
He really didn't win, but the press called it so.
Oh, Bush must go.
You bet he has to go.

Oh, tell 'em Bush must go.
He really didn't win, but the press called it so.
Oh, Bush must go.
You bet he has to go.

Talking dumb, Bush must go (Bush must go... Bush must go)

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