He had no clout when he was young No power to persuade He knew how to work his tongue But he had nothing much to say
Now he has the means To make bodies disappear With an outline for a new regime Of systematic fear
Cutbacks for the homeless Lavish spending on the war Before those bleeding liberals squander All our money on the poor
Embryos are so much fun, gas is all the rage Why should he care about the wind or sun When there's a fetus he can save And if the good guys get to keep their guns Who needs a living wage
