It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas.
Plame Affair, you know?
White House crooks, soon indicted, spin;
Excuses are sounding thin.
It looks quite plain that Libby's pain will grow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas.
Boy, is Dubya sore!
But the prettiest sight to see
Are indictments there will be.
Rove has lost his war.
For war, the neocon brutes and the corporate suits
Got their wish through big lies and spin.
Squealers now talk to avoid the perp walk;
Bush the Dope is feeling chagrin,
From polls so bad; his regime's fate: to crumble from
within.
It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas.
Plame Affair has showed...
Through the grand jury, it's been hell.
For Bush, it's too dark to tell
Grand jury's mind or what they'll find, explode.
It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas
Soon, more hell will start.
Bush the King could lose everything...
To Fitzgerald, squealers sing 'bout who did take part.
(instrumental break)
It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas
Soon, more hell will start.
Bush the King could lose everything...
To Fitzgerald, squealers sing... 'bout who did take part...
Traitors' mission... for war. |
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