Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Republican Party, picks up the trash
in the hall where their meeting has been
Lives in a dream.
Stares out the the window, wearing a smile
that could bring out the blush on a whore.
Who is it for?
All the corporate big-wigs, where do they all come from?
All the corporate big-wigs, where do they all belong?
Deadeye Dick Cheney, writing the words of a speech that nobody believes,
The web that he weaves: look at him working,
hand up the sockpuppet Bush when there's nobody there,
Who do they care for?
All their corporate buddies, where do they all come from?
All their corporate buddies, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Republican Party, lied to the church
about Foley and other big sins.
How can they win?
Turdblossom's done now,
wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.
No R was saved.
Except the corporate big wigs, where do they all come from?
All the corporate big wigs, where DO they all belong?
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