The background's so hard to play
When everyday I hear people say,
With such conviction, that the cruci-fiction
Explains all lies. Well, surprise!
It's not all written.
How many times must you be bitten?
Good riddens
To George Bush when he finally leaves the building.
But leaves our children
Colder than what mittens
Are designed to withhold.
Break your mold!
Now listen to the voice.
It leaves you no choice,
But to love all your brothers,
Sisters, play-cousins, enemies, and lovers.
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