I’m going to punch George Bush
The women will sing praises
over his beaten body
I’m going to stuff the sermon on the mount
down his throat
The women will sing praises
over his beaten body
I’m calling Georgie out for a fight
Do the folks from Yale think they can
Lord it over us anymore
When the Pope has more than
40 divisions in heaven
I’m going to grind his nose
in the beatitudes
He forgot about me but
I’ve been waiting here
to fight you
The women will sing praises
over his beaten body
The women will sing praises
over his beaten body
I’m going to stuff the sermon on the mount
down his throat
The women will sing praises
over his beaten body
I’m calling Georgie out for a fight
Do the folks from Yale think they can
Lord it over us anymore
When the Pope has more than
40 divisions in heaven
I’m going to grind his nose
in the beatitudes
He forgot about me but
I’ve been waiting here
to fight you
The women will sing praises
over his beaten body
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