Here we are in Mr. Bushland,
America of the new millennium.
No turbans allowed in Manhattan.
Make sure you know how to use a towel.
Fuck off if you’re not like us.
We in Mr. Bushland want you
Only if you’re a white rich man.
Show me your bank account.
Did you do well with Enron?
Oppress the masses, control the presses,
Bill O’Reilly’s on our payroll.
Saddam is first, Osama’s gone,
And you’re next, you fag queer Jew.
No more evil in Mr. Bushland.
Only wealth for the rich
And HBO for everyone else.
Hand out cell phones, that will satisfy.
Let’s go to war to defend our right
To have cable T.V. and owe huge debts
And support the rich, the bourgeoisie.
We’re all good Americans, citizens of Mr. Bush.
Seig heil, mein Furher! Washington is yours.
Love is dead, it’s the age of the internet.
Go lie next to the Taliban, push aside their
Unheard message, the rubble of 9/11.
We’re waiting for you in Mr. Bushland.
Bring us your tired, your sick, your oil,
Your heavy bags of money.
We’ll give you McDonald’s and Wal-Mart
For your undying devotion and obedience.
I pledge allegiance to King George the Second
Of the united world of Mr. Bush.
And to the republic on which you trample,
One nation, under the new God,
With liberty and justice fucked over.