Silver spoon in hand,

I eat treaties instead of Cheerios,

Drink oil instead of milk,

1002 dead, why do I care?

I see Spot.

I see Spot run.

32 minutes pass,

One,

Then two towers plummet,

3,000 lives gone,

Uh oh,

Daddy never told me about this.

My partner threatens this nation.

Halliburton on the mind,

Oil seeps from stars and stripes.

The American nightmare.

Assemble troops,

Shovel them lies,

Watch their bodies hit the floor,

While I tee off on the 8^th green.

Lying in my feather bed,

I fall fast asleep

Counting Benjamins not sheep,

Gallons not lives,

I feel no pain,

Bullets dont fly my way.

Moron is tattooed upon my forehead,

For all the world to see,

The cameras always watching,

I never read the papers.

First I deny rights to faggots,

Then save the fetus,

Tears of those who have lost another

Matter not to me.

After all my God holds up the stars and stripes,

And Im getting rich.

Points of the stars have been rounded to dollar signs.

Stripes once a brilliant red and white,

Now grim black-gold and green.

Tears of pain and bloodstained battlefields,

Matter not to me,

I will lose no sleep,

My pockets get deeper,

With every body returned under a cloak of red white and blue.

You are my puppets.

I pull your strings.

See Spot.

See Spot run.

By: Michael [The Liberal Media]