it’s friday and the week is done

and you deserve to have some fun

turn on the television, have a beer

the war on terror’s going great

the media stokes up your hate

and tells you bush will save us all—don’t fear

 

the government’s protecting you

and every word bush says is true

and even god, they say, is on our side

we’re right, they’re wrong, we’re rich and strong

we’ll win this fight before too long

so show your badge of patriotic pride

 

the terrorists and taliban

and people of afghanistan

are guilty and we all are innocent

it’s simple stuff, it’s black and white

this business of who’s wrong or right

don’t complicate, it’s shoot and cut and print

 

the president is hard at work

to save us from that hussein jerk

and good thing too because he has the bomb

and chemicals and bio stuff

but we’ll show him he’s not so tough—

and no, this war is not like Vietnam

 

of course we hate the terrorists

but even worse are pacifists

they whine and cry that war is not the way

why don’t they leave? I’ve heard it asked

move someplace else?  move to iraq?

don’t say bad things about the usa

 

don’t let your morals interfere

just pour yourself another beer

those jealous people hate us all and they

deserve the punishment we give

so they will die and we will live

those sons a’bitchin’ terrorists will pay

 

the president is always right

and fighting evil’s a good fight

those afghans should be grateful—we’ve been kind

and generous in this short war

besides your team won eight to four

and that new sitcom’s coming on at nine

 

if, god forbid, you start to think

another show, another drink

will help to chase away imagined cries

just let your hate drown out the screams

you might imagine in your dreams

if you could ride the bombs your money buys