Rain magic up down America
and on comes our man
with a smile that's taken years to fix...
Spreading pestilence and disease
to those old women
who couldn't know no difference.
And now I know,
I wanna know,
I wanna know:
Is this going to be the one,
the one who gets it done?
Sell me the burning bush...
Tell me I'm burning Bush...
Maybe we should burn Bush...
I believe in feeling for the next ones
The ones who cannot cope
It's a land full of heart attacks
Money builds McDonalds and Coca-Cola
The corporations own the very air that you breath
And I want to know
I want to know
I want to know
Is this going to be the one
The one who drops the bomb
The one who gets it done?
Tell me I'm burning Bush
Maybe we should burn Bush
I want to know
I want to know
I want to know
Is this going to be the one
The one who drops the bomb
The one who gets it done?
Tell me I'm burning Bush
Maybe we should burn Bush