Plundering corruption
A boy an apple from a tree
Son you know that is wicked
Come on, and follow me.

You saw that strange fruit growing
The poor a hanging from a tree
Let's sing another song boys
Call it  US democracy

I free all kinds of good boys
In my old boy kinda way
From tyranical oppression
To the kinder Gentler me

And I say you must reform now
To our ever wanking little whim
Chairman Bush is on a roll now
Thinks he's facking Chairman Mao.