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Shop! in the Name of War (to the tune of the Supremes' hit with the similar name)

Oil (to the tune of Money --we love Motown)

These Bombs are Made for Droppin' (Nancy Sinatra would be proud)

Show Us the Way (to the tune of Kurt Weil's Alabama Song)

We Lied! (To the tune of Rawhide)

This Land is My Land (stolen from that hippie Woody Guthrie)

In Abu Gitmo Prison (to the tune of Deep in the Heart of Texas)

Oh Lord (we're taking Janice Joplin's Mercedes Benz and more!)

     

Shop! in the Name of War

Shop! in the Name of War
You need a whole lot more
Don't think it over

Think of it as your civic duty
Our SUVs need that oil booty
Without the taxes on your consumer billions
Uncle Sam can't afford to bomb civilians
So don't fear, grab your credit card and stay calm
That brand-new car will buy a lot of Napalm

Don't think it over / Don't think it over
Shop in the Name of War / You need a whole lot more
Shop in the Name of War / You need a whole lot more
Don't think it over / Don't think it over

Wars 'R' Us is open for business
We'll send Iraq a nice bomb for Christmas
True, our school systems have to beg and barter
But at least our bombs are getting smarter
Let's kick some ass for Texaco and BP
A little carnage never hurt nobody

Don't think it over / Don't think it over
Shop in the Name of War / You need a whole lot more
Shop in the Name of War / You need a whole lot more
Don't think it over / Don't think it over

The bad economy demands a new scapegoat
That's why Iraq must become our client state so
The world will be safe for Macy's, Sack's & Target
To whip it out and penetrate their market

Shop in the Name of War ...etc.


   

Oil

Without petroleum your life would blow
Your plastic tchotchkes and your ribbed dildo
Are made from oil, that what we want…
That's what we want. Yeah! That's what we want.

Peace and harmony sound good to me
But they won’t power my new S.U.V.

It needs some oil, that’s what it wants…
That's what it wants. Yeah! That's what it wants.

To make an omelet you must break some eggs
Iraqi kids will make a nice flambé
For our cheap oil, that’s what we want…

Bush is hoping just to shoot and score
He’ll get great mileage from an oil war
Cause we love oil, that’s what we want…

Solar power is the future so
In a few years we’ll invade Mexico
Till then it’s oil, that’s what we want...


   

These Bombs Were Made for Droppin'

Peaceniks whining like they’re always doing
‘bout how our country’s going straight to hell
but someone’s got to do the dirty work now
‘cause foreign cities will not bomb themselves
These bombs are made for droppin’
And that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these bombs are going to drop all over you

We love watching protests on the TV
Love a circus any time of year
We laugh that those clowns think someone’s listening
‘cause Dubya don’t hear well in his left ear…
These bombs…

People saw George as a country bumpkin
Pointy head all full of rocks and straw
But we knew our boy had the killer instinct
“Aw shucks” has turned right into shock and awe
These bombs…

Our men are off working for the country
Blowing up and rebuilding the 3rd world
So we can sit back with our dry martinis
While our freedom ticklers make us happy girls
These bombs…

Guatamalans rolled out the red carpet
So we sent squads of men to make them kneel
Now they’re free just like their U.S. cousins
To shut their mouths and eat their Happymeals™
These bombs…

The new Iraq will love its Western lifestyle
They’ll buy our cars, our Botox and our jeans
They’ll buy our Tampax Americana
At the great big mall we call Democracy


   

Show Us the Way

Oh show us the way to the next oil field
Oh, don't ask why / Oh, don't ask why
show us the way to the next oil field
Oh, don’t ask why / Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find the next oil field
our profits will run dry / our profits will run dry
our profits, our profits, our profits will run dry

A boy from Crawford Texas
came out to rule the world
forget that botched election
he's just finishing his daddy's job

A boy from Crawford Texas
came out to rule the world
forget that botched election
he's just finishing his daddy's job

Oh show us the way to the next little war
he is not a wimp, he is not a wimp
Show us the way to the next little war
he is not a wimp, he is not a wimp

For if we don't find the next little war
our profits will run dry / our profits will run dry
our profits, our profits, our profits will run dry

A boy from Crawford Texas
came out to rule the world
forget that botched election
he's just finishing his daddy's job


   
We Lied!    


Verse 1

Am
Lyin, lyin, lyin,
Am
While the troops keep dyin,
C
All them kinfolk cryin,

C E7
We lied!

Am Am
Iraquis got no freedom,
G G
Their social structure’s bleedin,
G F E
E7
For them it’s “the blackout” day and night,

Am
Our deficit keeps risin,
G Am
No end on the horizon,
G Am
No weapons but Saddam
G Am
For the price.

Chorus 1
Am
Go on in , Take ‘em out,
E
Burn ‘em down, Grab the oil
Am
Build ‘em up, Make some bucks
E E7
And lie!

Am
Sell ‘em stuff, Buy ‘em off,
Am
Polarize, Privatize,
Em
Feed ‘em junk,
E7
Fuck their minds,

Am
(beat) And lie! (6 measures of 4)

modulate 1/2 step up (2 measures of 4)


Verse 2

Osama’s still a hero,
Let’s show him who to fear so,
Let’s build high on ground zero,
Aw-right!!

The market’s comin back now,
Though millions get the sack now,
The jobless recovery’s in sight,

Let’s trickle up them dollars,
Forget those losers’ hollers,
Let’s hope without health care
They all die!

Chorus 2

Lose your job, Get in debt,
Sell your car, Lose the house,
Don’t have kids,
Go enlist,

Aw-right!!

Got no time? Eat a Mac,
Get obese, Have a stroke,
Pack it in,
It’s your fault!

(beat) Aw-right!!


   

This Land is My Land

This land is my land
This land is my land
From the Texan oil wells
To Alaskan wildlife
If you don't like it
Get in the protest pen!
This land was made for me & me

And when I'm drivin'
To do my shoppin'
I look right down on
All the little people
Cuz I can do that
From my stretch HumVee
This road was made for me & me

And when I'm flyin'
In my private Lear jet
I never bother
With a metal detector
Those regulations
Do not apply to me
This sky was made
This road was made
This Land Was Made Only for Me


   

In Abu Gitmo Prison

Their eyes that night
were big an bright
In Abu Gitmo Prison

We had some fun
with everyone
In Abu Gitmo Prison

Don Rumsfeld told
us what to do
In Abu Gitmo Prison

Do it to them
or they'll do you
In Abu Gitmo prison

We wired em up
An made em stand
In Abu Gitmo Prison

An wiped latrines
With their Koran
In Abu Gitmo Prison

It would have stayed
behind the scenes
In Abu Gitmo Prison

But some reporter
had to scream
In Abu Gitmo prison

Was just a way
to scare our foe
In Abu Gitmo prison

Turned out to be
a rodeo (yihaw!)
In Abu Gitmo prison


   

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a new private plane
The old one is used by the senator's campaign
I need to go shopping and buy some cocaine
So Lord, won't you buy me a new private plane

Oh Lord, won't you let me produce broadcast news
The TV is ruled by the commies and the Jews
If we take over the airwaves our candidate won't lose
So Lord, won't you let me produce broadcast news

Oh Lord, I'm gonna buy me a new president
We paid the way for Dubya, it was money well spent
We'll need a man in the White House, we need a new friend
So Lord, I'm gonna buy me a new president