The truth, the truth, the truth is a mire
The truth, the truth, the truth is a mire
The truth, the truth, the truth is a mire
I got me an Oscar and I'm cashing in the dough
Stash motherf*cker, stash

Hello my name is Michael Moore and I'm a dumb white guy
I got laid off in Detroit and then I started to raise high
Why the leftists' keen to buy my stuff, who knows or give a f*ck
Cos I can use a brand with a single left hand while making lots of buck

Yeah I'm hungrier than Baghdad so I need a large supply
And if I crashed into Iraqis I would surely shoot them on the fly
And my name's become a logo and I hang with Naomi Klein
And I'm stroking my own ego when I bowl for Columbine

The truth, the truth, the truth is too dire
The truth, the truth, the truth is too dire
The truth, the truth, the truth is too dire
I keep chasing Dubya 'cos there's nothing else to do
Bash that dumb f*cker, bash

This hardcore trailer redneck image takes a lot of practice
I'm not dumb like Donald Rumsfeld and no bore like Al Gore is
And if I take a dive watch the G.O.P thrive on Fox News at eleven
They have a yeasty leaven!
But if I buy the farm I'll do well with my charm
I'll spend my days filming away married gays at play as they connive
As I sustain my brain with cocain 'til Condoleezza will arrive
And Cheney an' ol' Double-U cause he's the antichrist

All truth, all truth, all truth is just bias
All truth, all truth, all truth is just bias
All truth, all truth, all truth is just bias
I keep making movies Oscar so I can afford Bordeaux
Wine motherf*cker, whine

Everybody here we go
Come on party people!
Throw your hands in the air
Come on party people!
Wave them like you don't care
Come on party people!
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