Kerry, beat that wayward son!
There'll be peace when you are done.
Put his fascist ways to rest.
We won't cry no more.

Once we rose above the noise and confusion.
Went to Clinton, beat the recession intrusion.
But on came Bush the liar.
We're stuck with his lie.

Though my eyes can see, we're "led" by a blind man.
Though my mind can think, he still is a madman.
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming.
I can hear them say:

Kerry, beat that wayward son!
There'll be peace when you are done.
Put his fascist ways to rest.
We won't cry no more.

Masquerading as a man with a mission
his charade is all his lies of commission.
And if he claims to be a wise man, well
it surely means that he don't know.

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
tossed the ship of state, wiped out on the ocean.
We have no course for winds of fortune
but I hear the voices say:

Kerry, beat that wayward son!
There'll be peace when you are done.
Put his fascist ways to rest.
We won't cry no more.

Kerry, John, we must always remember
recov'ry, nothing equals the splendor.
Soon our life's no longer empty.
Surely heaven waits for us.

Kerry, beat that wayward son!
There'll be peace when you are done.
Put his fascist ways to rest.
We won't cry no more.