| caution georgie | |
| rws one of history's poets |
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| georgie is that really, what your for raise this fuss then out the door raise the troops the bloody shout is that really what your 'bout? all those sticky enron bucks just this mess these bloody, trucks of troops and boats to war bombs and poisons horrors more than darken skies with planes and missiles are your dreams so bad, disquiet round the world your troops run riot secret sent to asian shore down to nicaraugua more columbia has now got new guns and african can hear the drums and now in europe confounding you our once bestest allies blocking you off the troops are dashing now to the ancient cradles of histry this isn't mannix, isn't destry oh if only you weren't sleeping when your histry teacher taught this mystry all the glory of the war stops when diplomats in tall silk hats put an end to this and that piss and chat piss us off and then your gone special gift of cia-man's son gin the blood, and dark the soul is that true your bestest role? no hunger solace for the babe whose father rushes to his grave and bombs for schools and flames for floors and wolven armies at the door we help the world, with bloody rout is that really, what this lands about video of screaming terror is that what your 'lection bought youngest of our tribe to pay blood from votes, that left uncounted as the corpses rise to mountains is this what my countries best gives the world, and wish it blest george your such a joy to watch cooking this with pretzel'd mouth gosh I hope old dick can keep em after all he wakes the sleepin people will they guess the oily mess that this wounds with mighty stress tearing gaping wounds amidst all that carnage, georgies bliss turn they all from diplomats no patience he for this and that all to put stripes and stars on hats and putin stars aims he now for glorious victry all he does is makes us sickly of the blood, the massive toll this his choice, for histry's role think he wants a glorious victry will he then turn, pale and sickly urging us, toward bloody war can he guess the fun in store unleashing bloody dogs of war will come barking to his door woe to he that makes a war when the options stare and mock and more fools that reach for gun and bomb find the glory of the tomb far more fit, these 'reft of reason lucky they've so short a season george you manage this small service and i spose the people deserve this can the u.s. do no better than kill the child and the sitter sadams bad though many worse yes, your daddy stayed his course and you'll make the sit-chay-shun worse but this one favor you have done erase the honor you might-a had as you chase glory, mad rouse the 'mercans from their slumber raise sleepy demo's from their dreams' with your gaunt and bloody schemes you did one good when you awoke us when you, with stupid wars do poke us people rising cross the land to curse your rough and red stained hand |
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