Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.
Bill Tong
44 years old
Since 1995, i've written nearly 1,000 anti-Republican and over 100 anti-war song parodies, posted at my web site, THE BOOT NEWT SING ALONG PAGE, at http://bootnewt.tripod.com
Won't Stop Aggrieving
[Aggrieve: To distress; afflict; to inflict an injury or injuries on.]
WON'T STOP AGGRIEVING (Sung to the tune of "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey)
(instrumental intro)
Through the bombs Bush hurled, Wants to rule the whole wide world. With crooks of Far Right strain, attack anywhere.
He's Bush Daddy's boy. Born and raised to steal, destroy. With crooks of Far Right strain, attack anywhere.
(instrumental break)
Bush brings Iraq a smokey doom; A hell you'll find, a heap of tombs. In a while, will ensnare the Right; War goes on and on and on and on...
Dangers... waiting... Troops shot down while standing guard. For shadows... searching in the ni-i-ight...
Street fights... people... Shooting anything in motion. Hiding... somewhere; still, they fight.
(instrumental break)
Working hard to further kill; Dubya just wants his thrill. Sayin' anything, against advice, Commits war crime.
"We will win, they will lose!" Bush says (doesn't hear the boos). War quagmire never ends, War goes on and on and on and on...
Dangers... waiting... Troops shot down while standing guard. For shadows... searching in the ni-i-ight...
Street fights... people... Shooting anything in motion. Hiding... somewhere; still, they fight.
(instrumental break)
Won't stop... aggrieving. War for oil stealing. Far Right... neocons... want a fight...
Won't stop... aggrieving. War for oil stealing. Far Right... neocons... want a fight...
(repeat final verse and fade)
Burn! Burn! Burn!
(Sung to the tune of "Turn! Turn! Turn (To Everything There Is A Season)" by The Byrds)
As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:
(instrumental intro)
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn! War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn! Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.
One time I'd warned: Osama would die. No time - I can't: he's hiding too deep. Need time to kill, for my polls to heal. In time, my staff will call my veep.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn! War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn! Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.
Regimes to build up, regimes to break down. Regimes likes France, regimes that are foreign. Regimes to cast away bombs. Regimes we'll blast and bomb together.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn! War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn! Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.
A time for war, no time for peace. A time to love, this time of hate. In time, I will erase. War crimes from your brains, I'm erasing.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn! War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn! Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.
In time, I'll gain; in time, can't lose. In time, pretend; in time, I'll crow. In time, you'll love this time of hate. No time for peace - make war, let's celebrate.
(instrumental fade)
Lied 'Bout Yellow Cake And Got A War For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Old Oak Tree" by Tony Orlando & Dawn)
As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King:
(instrumental intro)
Polls suck at home; I'm bidin' time. Though I failed at oil biz, this throne is mine. But if things don't get better, selling new wars sets me free. Though I don't know what to do, neocons want me. Neocons want me.
I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me. It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me. Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me. Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss. Put no blame on me. So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got (and got a war) a war for me.
"Conniver!" world screamed at me. But I really couldn't care, 'cause I don't see. Protestors should get prison; Ashcroft, throw away the key. A lie 'bout yellow cake uranium got war for me. My war, I sold with ease...
I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me. It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me. Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me. Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss. Put no blame on me. So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got (and got a war) a war for me.
(instrumental break)
Now the whole damned world is jeering... 'Cause they don't believe in me... My lie 'bout yellow cake still got a war (still got a war) for me. They're dumb at home...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me... Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me... Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
