Torture 101
Bush reassures the world in song
This traditional blues standard has been passed on from Bush father to Bush son since long before Prescott Bush had his steel assets siezed for selling steel to Hitler... enjoy!
Oh, please do not torture,
Oh, don’t you torture me!
I say, ple-e-e-ase do not torture,
Ple-e-e-ease don’t torture me!
You ain’t got tha soul God gave a toilet,
Or tha mind of a chimpanzee.
I see your face up on my TV,
That’s enough to make tha make me sick!
They ought ta put you back in Texas.
And, they better do it quick!
Or some place down even lower,
And this time, they make it stick!
Now ol’ Hitler, he was a BAD man.
But, least he had a brain!
They say he used ta get real upset,
Yeah, he’d really go insane!
They say that you won’t fry no Jew folks,
Just all tha Liberals and lames.
Well, you gotz prison systems worldwide,
You gotz your prisons everywhere!
Some in Poland, Spain and Iraq,
One in Thailand, so I hear.
You gotz your big one down in Cuba.
So, tha whole world lives in fear.
Yeah, you likes to rape them prisoners.
Yeah, you loves to beat ‘em too!
Is dat tha custom down in Texas?
In your local Waco Zoo?
But tha chimpanzee’s gone missin’!
There’s a cage they kept for YOU!
Now, the Congress is a’hidin’,
You got ‘em all real scared of you.
You got tha Democrats all kneelin’,
Down ta all your shiftin’ moods.
And the Senate bends o’r backward,
So that you stays in “tha mood”.
Well, you burned the De-cli-ra-tion,
Of our In-de-pen-de-ance,
There’s a piece of the Bill O’ Rights,
That maybe you ain’t eaten yet.
It’s stickin’ outta your mouth,
Like a lighted cigarette.
Now, Mr. Cheney, he’s a strange one!
He don’t like tha light of day.
Yeah, he lives down in his dark cave,
With his “winings” squirreled away.
And, they say he hits a button,
Tells you ‘xactly what ta say.
Well, tha winter time is comin’,
Time ta turn tha heat back on.
Now the ol’ folks’s gettin’ colder,
‘Cause dat natural gas is GONE!
An’ dat five hundred dollar heat bill,
Gonna send your mean ass home!
Republicans, they is Devils,
Theyz come back every few years.
We tried ta warn tha young folks ‘bout ‘em,
But, theyz too coked-up ta hear.
Think dis time we got some devils,
Gonna last a hundred years!
Yeah, Iz worried ‘bout diz country.
Hell, I’m worried ‘bout diz world!
Well, tha whole damn place is meltin’,
Killin’ elephants and squirrels.
An’ tha Devil, he keeps laughin’,
‘Cause he OWNS our Capital.
Oh, please do not torture,
Oh please, don’t you torture me!
I say, ple-e-e-ase do not torture,
Ple-e-e-ease don’t torture me!
You ain’t got tha soul God gave a toilet,
Or tha mind of a chim-pan-zee!
