| so here is a song by bright eyes that basically says it all.... [Speaking]
Alright, thanks a lot. Now this next song... (clears thorat) this next song's
for our uh ignorant, arrogant, and, most of all, incompetent president of us.
[Singing]
When the president talks to god,
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our womens' rights,
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does god suggest an oil hike,
When the president talks to god?
When the president talks to god,
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what god say ever change his mind,
When the president talks to god?
When the president talks to god,
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prison's should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed,
When the president talks to god?
When the president talks to god,
I wonder which one plays the better cop.
We should find some jobs, the ghetto's broke.
"No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't."
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke,
That's what god reccomends.
When the president talks to god,
Do they drink near beer and go play golf,
While they pick which country should to invade;
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess god just calls a spade a spade,
When the president talks to god.
When the president talks to god,
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head,
When he kneels next to the presidential bed.
Does he ever smell his own bullshit,
When the president talks to god?
I doubt it.
I doubt it.
I doubt it. |
