ode to george w. bush 

sorry to get cheesy and totally quote a song, but i was listening to this last night, and realized (again) that this singer/songwriter is a genius. this song is as relevant now as it was back in 1963. fuck you george w. bush and everything you stand for. you make me unproud to be an american.

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I want you to know i can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

Like judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But i see through your eyes
And i see through your brain
Like i see through the water that runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young peoples' blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst spear
That can ever been hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do i know?
As you talk out of turn
you must say that i'm young
You must say i'm unlearned
But there's one thing i know
I'm younger than you
Even jesus would never forgive what you do.

Lemme ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes it's toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.

And i hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
I'll watch as you're lowered
Into your death bed
And i'll stand over your grave till i'm sure that you're dead.

- bob dylan

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