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His road is wrong
The right wing awaits their turn
Bush "leads" us to polluted air, polluted land
Protest strong... strong enough to parry him
He ain't ready... he's Jeb's brother

This Shrub can't grow
Despite care, he'll crash and burn
The burden that he must bear: his brain's not there
We must slow... this despot, so dumb is he
He ain't ready... he's Jeb's brother

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And he's craven, he will fall
He's craven with madness
When he falls apart
We're filled with such gladness
The Shrub will cry, "Mother!"

He's on the wrong road
>From which there is no return
Big Oil will say, "Drill there... we don't care."
Bush will goad... hoping foes go down and fall
But he ain't ready... he's Jeb's brother

He's Jeb's brother
He ain't ready... he's Jeb's brother