Symptom

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Bush is just a symptom of the ignorant citizens
Who elected him, a simpleton in a crib full of infants
As if a woman afraid of intercourse married an impotent
Man, and the cycle begins again…

Your president’s a reflection of your national temperament
So it’s no wonder you’re sensitive, but I’m tryin’ to make sense of this
‘Cause if he really did cheat to win both elections
Even with no deception he would’ve been a close second
So there’s really no consensus, just a polarized electorate
With both sides protected by their own misconceptions
So many well-intentioned souls with loaded weapons
Arms control begins at home! It’s no question
Why the twenty-first century has been a disgrace
It’s ‘cause the United States keeps shooting their friends in the face
The money wasted on wars could be spent in better ways
But the president gets away with “whatever it takes”
Maybe it’s just a phase in the democratic process
A population with an apathetic consciousness
Is gonna end up with some bastards in office
At least until the problem is solved by the same people who caused it

Bush is just a symptom of the ignorant citizens
Who elected him, a simpleton in a crib full of infants
As if a woman afraid of intercourse married an impotent
Man, and the cycle begins again…

It’s no wonder your president’s as dense as a fence post
It’s a direct result of those who neglected to vote
Oh, you don’t think so? Come on, look at the trends
John Kerry had to pretend that he couldn’t speak French
And if you're always going to resent intelligent women and men
Then you’re never gonna get another Jefferson
And the consequence of indifference goes beyond borders
‘Cause now the burden of peace rests on a neo-con’s shoulders
And the war goes on, even without Saddam’s orders
It’s a melting pot of brown, yellow, black and blonde soldiers
And the bombs over Baghdad have tags attached
That read: “Courtesy of American Non-Voters”
And as Iraq smolders, there’s trouble at home
And now the president sits on a crumbling throne
And every piece that falls off is a stumbling stone
Until he’s left in the rubble alone

Bush is just a symptom of the ignorant citizens
Who elected him, a simpleton in a crib full of infants
As if a woman afraid of intercourse married an impotent
Man, and the cycle begins again…

This is just a little message from your neighbours to the North
You know, the ones you impersonate when you visit foreign shores
‘Cause they spit in your face whenever you step outside your borders
Universal outrage when your president signs orders
You’ve got this huge economy, beautiful music and comedy
And some of the worst abuses of democracy on earth
I hear your bombs and rockets burst, and all I’ve got is words
But I’ve also got supporters and American friends
Determined to make sure this age of arrogance ends
So they never have to apologize embarrassed again
When they discuss themselves; relax, bloody hell
My great grandmother was a Southern Belle, plus I’ve got California cousins
That I love as well, but your government’s a tougher sell
As you can tell I’ve got a thing for rap, so thanks for that
But you can have your tanks back, and the next chance
You yanks have to change tracks, for God’s sake, act!

Bush is just a symptom of the ignorant citizens
Who elected him, a simpleton in a crib full of infants
As if a woman afraid of intercourse married an impotent
Man, and the cycle begins again…

Bush is just a symptom of the ignorant citizens
Who elected him, a simpleton in a crib full of infants
As if a woman afraid of intercourse married an impotent
Man, and the cycle begins again…

Don’t let it

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from Lit​-​Hop, released October 6, 2006

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