Tuesday, September 20, 2005

["Livin' on His Prayers," sung to the tune of "Livin' on a Prayer"]

Country used to be on the top
Then came the Bush
We’re down on our luck...it’s tough, so tough.
He took us on a war in Iraq
Said a bunch of stuff, but it’s all a crock
Oh fuck, oh fuck

He says we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
Cause it doesn’t make a difference
If he lied then or not
We’ve got this war now and that’s a lot
Oh fuck, he’s so full of shit

Woah, we’re half way there
(Woah!) Livin’ on his prayers
I don’t know if we’ll make it I swear
(Woah!) Livin’ on his prayers

Katrina was a huge tragedy
The Bush he knows this
He saw it all on TV...it’s tough, so tough.
Bush he dreams of running away
When he cries in the night
Cheney whispers baby it’s okay, someday

We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
Cause it doesn’t make a difference
If we earned it or not
We’ve got a lot of power and that’s a lot
To abuse it—we’ll give it a shot

Woah, we’re half way there
(Woah!) Livin’ on his prayers
I don’t know if we’ll make it I swear
(Woah!) Livin on his prayers

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