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Condoleeza (To the tune of Rosalita – Bruce Springsteen)
Lookout now Condi comin’ to conduct some policy If you don’t play along you might get bombed to liberty Bet they all have their cyanide For when the war trials come For as clever as they might see themselves The downfall has begun
Yes you’re gonna be a defendant Condi For the damage you have done An architect, a planter of the seed Intelligencs you shun Oh Condi where to run
Dubya’s tiny belfry Condi, overflows with bats Pickles pantsuits stolen from a Macy’s window back in 1964 Poppy’s in the compound, dining with the sheiks Mater is home in the Strodome, kickin’ the poor When you play Truth or Dare with Foreign Affairs There can be only one outcome Yo do their dirty business Condi, while they’re off having fun Oh Condi what have you done (ch) Condoleeza, Queen Bee of the Liars Yessir sheeza keeper of the Pyres Death’s deliverer for Her Guy Condoleeza, what remains is dire
Dick the Hunter and the Tin Plate Cowboy Ev’ry word you say they prepare Boehnhead John and Slick Saintwhorum Will be handling the smear They’re gonna rattle swords, rouse the hordes Praise false Lords, On the TV box, telling the lies on Fox
So Condi go pick a fight, yeah Condi got fires to light Missile shields for Russia, Pooty-Poot is sore And on the Turkish border, a spankin brand new war The profits Condi, that’s what we’re there for
Condoleeza, Queen Bee of the Liars Yessir sheeza keeper of the Pyres Death’s deliverer for Her Guy Condoleeza, what remains is dire
I don’t have a tanker that’s named for me And I don’t have the next World War planned No. I got no Pradas on my feet, and I never seen Pakistan But wherever you roam, conflict’s sure to bloom As certain as snow and ice What you can’t deregulate you’ll dominate, or market your own brand Inside the bubble you dwell the skies are always sunny
But for now Iran, then Arandomstan
Because no matter what they tell you ya never question nothin No, no matter what they tell you ya never question nothin That’s right, no matter what they tell you ya never question nothin
See Condi you have made the choice, of feeding the killers with your voice And when the agents come for you Condi, America will rejoice
Yeah your soul has been cashed and you’re unabashed So don’t beg for mercy For the sake of the dead, and the hands bloodied red The judges will not go easy When brought to light, the crimes shine bright Oh Condi, you’re as good as gone Because when the evidence is read, you’ll be lead off in leg irons
There better be a place for you near Lake Titicaca On that last flight to Paraguay Cuz if I had my way, it’d be solitary all night and all day Yeah that leather jumpsuit’s simply stunning So run now Condi, can you hear the sirens comin, comin
It might be tonight.
Condoleeza, Queen Bee of the Liars Yessir sheeza keeper of the Pyres Death’s deliverer for Her Guy Condoleeza, what remains is dire
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