The one with the monkey in it

He's a curious one.
This curious George.
But he's not a monkey, no way similar.
Curious yeah, but what about in particular?

Black like his heart, slimey like his personality.
Cold, hard, a Midas touch.
Playing it up to the Republicans I loathe so much.
Republicans so fake, so pretty.
So fake about politics and religion.
Conservative
Yet molested behind closed doors.

Down on all fours, getting a treat.
You're a follower while you sleep.
Living the American dream inside your head.
While this country you believe in is long since dead.
Lying Politicians, lining bloody pockets
Fake assed religions, gold lined rewritten bibles.

We all love you America.
We know your cops don't lie.
We know you don't see people in need and walk by.
We trust that you care about us.
We expect you to take care of us.
Sleepy time, American Dream.

The flag flown hasn't been proud since 1776.
Now its all about crack addicts sucking dick.
Want that better high -- faster and better.

This bush loves the country he sees.
He wants to push you to your knees.
Need him, want him, love him.
Believe every word he utters.
That's what it boils down to, right?
Sleep, consume, befriend the enemy, sleep tight.

Watch him laugh, settle down in Florida.
Listen to him sing, fire up your engines.
The expense is nothing to you.
Slather on sunblock though.
And lots of it.

Dream of mushroom clouds.
But don't worry about crazy Elvis impersonators.
Impersonating a leader, a sick sick dictatorship.
Talk dirty, he'll silence you, click click boom.
Russia's not the problem.
But its still Russian Roulette.
Are you old enough to remember the 'red threat'?

The missiles can reach us.
But ours will annihilate us all.
So why worry? Why worry at all?
We might be stupid.
But we're a stupid Super power.

Powered nuclear.
A power over the world.
The power of intimidation.
The hypocrisy of an administration.

The US citizens are happy.
Just look at the Gap commercials.
TV Programming.
Programming a better you.
Buy more useless shit.
MTV wants you to.

So be cool, vital, love yourself.
You are after all the only one.
Bush's favorite, hell, his lost daughter or son.
Remember the pictures of Stalin?
Uncle Joe.
George wants to be that to you.
Maybe even a father.
Because he cares.
Cares about his tax payer sponsored air plane rides.
Over the fields and fields of oil he hides.

Right under our nose.
You can't see when your eyes are closed.
"American dream" spelled out in oily letters inside your eye lids.
Just imagine though...

One day, thousands of lost years from now.
You'll be the dream, lemme tell you how.
Your bones, buried under stars and stripes.
Fossil fuels my friend, Earth perpetuating itself.
Thousands of lost years later, another Bush another lost son.
He'll have the wealth, clawed out eyes, bloody pockets to be filled.
He'll call dibs on you, black black crude, maybe even coal.
Its all the same to you, all the same to you.
Eating you alive, all along, was the goal.

Home team zero.
Visitors win.

Worried about Aliens invading.
They already have.
We're ripe for the taking.
Eyes closed, arms open.
He's the new leader.
Backed by God.
Bloody bible pages.

The blood of the weak.
The soldiers.
Dying for nothing.
We act like we support them.
We're just bluffing.
Too old, too lazy, to go over seas.
Send the poor, send the true dreamers.
The ones that actually thing they're making a difference.

One day they'll be worth while.
One day they'll be in ultimate style.
Fossil fuel, we fancy it pitch black.

Start sucking America.
Or at least till Clinton comes back.
At least he was more appreciative.
Of the head received.
Regardless of blow jobs.
He woke us all up.
If only for eight years.
America was cool again.
Ogling big titties, and drinking beers.

Shit, now all we have...
Fear, oil, sadness, uncertainty.
And I tell you what America.
Just like oil...
We're gonna run out of tears.

I love the red white and blue.
I really really do.
But I'm a Democrat.
I'm awake.
And this is one big -
"FUCK YOU"

Peace.