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Propagandhi Iteration lyrics

George Bush: War crimes will be prosecuted.
(Laughs)
George Bush: War criminals will be punished.
(Laughs)
George Bush: And it will be no defense to say: "I was just following orders."
(Laughs)

Donald wept through the proceedings
His tears soaked through the canvas that
Cloaked his twisted face and they stained
Orange jumpsuit where with such rare
Distinction he once displayed.

The evidence of
His outstanding contributions
To the maintenance of a Kingdom come.
But those days are gone
He's nothing more than a number on
A docket thick with shareholder, engineers
PR firms, politicians: War-Profiteers.

"How the fuck did I end up here?
This just isn't fair.
Ain't no place for a millionaire."

He searches for the words
To stop this table in mid-turn
Like "We are but old men"
And "We only did what we were told"
But the laughter from the gallery
Drowns out these vestiges
Of a profession's oldest defense.

"The court will direct
the record to reflect
compliments from the bench
Yu sir, are central casting's crowning achievement
And for your outstanding performance
In a comedic role
I'd like to dedicate the findings
Of the jury to the dead."

But how can
One man
Ever repay
A debt so appalling?

Can't gouge 10,000 eyes
From a single head so I
Think we should observe
A sentence that will serve
To satisfy both
A sense of function and poetry...

So you will spend the rest
Of your days drenched in sweat
With your face drawn in a rictus
Of terror as you remove
Another buried land mine fuse.

Meanwhile
100 yards back
Behind the sandbags
A legless foreman
Pulls the trigger on
A red megaphone

Squelching feedback, drunken laughter
Broken English, his dead daughter's picture
Time and tide, no one can anticipate the
Inevitable waves of...

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