This was running through my head the whole time I watched the speech, especially the bolded section:

Here's to the Bush administration
Within its dirty corridors, the devil draws no lines
If you search his flunkies' closets, nameless bodies you will find
And the men who do his bidding have hid a thousand crimes
The calendar is lying when it reads the present time
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mister Bush, find yourself another country to be a part of.

And here's to the people who support him.
Who say his million critics, they just don't understand
And they tremble and burn beneath the government's cruel brand
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the torture of a man
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands
Oh here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mister Bush, find yourself another country to be a part of.

And here's to the schools that Mister Bush built
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All the rudiments of ignorance are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
And none of them will learn to think—in darkness do we share
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mister Bush, find yourself another country to be a part of.

And here's to the president's enforcers
Who imprison private citizens while saying we're at war
Making us secure by kicking freedom to the floor
They undermine our country, they are poisoned to the core
Behind their broken badges there are murderers and more
Oh here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mister Bush, find yourself another country to be a part of.

And here's to the judges of his tribunals
Who wear their robes of honor as they crawl into the court
They're guarding all the bastions of his phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report
When a foreigner's accused, the trial is always short
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mister Bush, find yourself another country to be a part of.

And here's to the shadow of 9/11
Where congress passed an act in the panic of the day
And the constitution's gang-raped while its principles decay
Free speech makes me a terrorist, I've even heard them say
Yes, spreading fear to stay in power is our noble leader's way
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mister Bush, find yourself another country to be a part of.

And here's to the government that's under him
In the swamp of its bureaucracy it's always bogging down
And criminals are posing as advisors to the crown
And they hope that no one sees the sights and no one hears the sounds
And the speeches of our leader are the ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mister Bush, find yourself another country to be a part of.

And here's to the temple of his ego
Where the cross once made of silver now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to his lust
The fallen face of Jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only knows in which god he can trust
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Mister Bush, find yourself another country to be a part of.