Georgia counts on Georges Bush Idiocy gives a big push
Four degrees warming No one is listening
Blind with an open eye We drive into collapse
Grabbing all we can buy Traffic jam in our synapses
If you open the door You will find no floor
If you stay inside A traitor is by your side
There are no ghosts left On the other side of the moon
They caught the elect And turned them into buffoons
They infect the seed That can redeem us
And tell there is no need To make such a fuss.