We'll blame the stupid, and name the greedy
Misinformation, but never the needy
We'll sadly surmise that we should have done more
With those 'Fifty ways to show Bush the door'

We'll blame ourseves, and then shed a tear
For thousands are dieing, yes more every year
We'll review the facts, and post more reports
that prove we were right to make leftist retorts

We'll mention up diebold and their guarentees
To reelect Bush's bold mis-certanties
And then with a righteousness over the top
We'll look to the men who were in with his pop

Entrenchments of Fortune's Five hundred old men
Will stand to be counted and we'll count them again
For those who vote early, vote often, it's said
And lucky for them... are americans well fed

But the blame game's a lane change from where we are now
And with Rush hour traffic no signal's allowed
Remember, now bushies... no chickens have hatched
And fowl are the odorous lame ducks that snatched...

Entirely blameless, we're sitting this out
So those who speak loudest conspire with doubt
Succinctly and silent in thought and intent
We'll win in the end, when the votes are well spent.
ttr