(instrumental intro)

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.

Hear Bush snort, "I made no mistake!"
He thinks that all others should not debate.
Dumb and impatient, he may be.
Others bleed; he acts foolishly.
Blown apart: Iraq (don't forget it)
Years from now, we'll surely regret it.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.

War sprung, and in a big hurry.
So eager was Shrub; was judge and jury.
Shrub's inept - his weakness in life.
But he's king, with no oversight.
War f**k-ups cause Shrub more woe.
More soldiers will soon bleed to guard Big Oil's dough.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

Shrub is discountin' his war crimes.
War crimes all together to his band is fine.
It's long been known that torture is wrong.
Bush just feels that he can, makes him look "strong."
Excuses? Can't fake it; there's no doubt.
We owe it to ourselves to throw Bush out.

Shrub's guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

(repeat chorus and fade)