Politicians come and go
Even those who think they’re heaven sent
Like one who knows he’s in the know
Our born again, current President
Our troops you dispatched to die and kill
To a far-off place, for your warring bent
Recall Viet Nam, I recall it still
But you, like Cheyney, never went
Okay Bush, you’ve lived your dream
Your hardened ice, now slush and snow
It’s winter’s end for your regime
The time has come for you to go
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