Spying
As sung by Emperor Dubya to the American people, defending his police state:
(instrumental intro)
You've had no rights... for a while...
9-1-1's been a while.
My new laws then took flight;
I rule our land so tight.
Freedoms dropped, as I said "No"
I told my snoops, "Do well... but do not tell."
On you, they're spy-y-y-ing.
Yes, it's true.
Spy-y-y-ing... yes, it's true
Those who said I'm wrong
Have no standing, 'cause I condone...
Condone more spying...
Spying... spying... spy-ing;
My war time powers... are grand;
It's my crutch... for command.
War got me spying.
I first denied... that it was true.
But, it's true... so, screw you.
I'd love more Mideast war, with the press as whore.
Stop snarling, or you, I'll screw-ew...
If you don't love me...
I'll have my... snoops see...
Spy-y-y-ing... spyin' on you...
Spy-y-y-ing... spyin' on you...
Your rights are gone.
And from... this moment on...
Want more spying...
Spying... spying... spy-ing...
Spy...ing.
More... spy...ing.
(instrumental break)
