Just standin' here in Dick Cheney's mind, lookin' out at reality.
It looks hard, through his eyes.
An' it's hard in here.
Real hard. There are so many voices . . .
. . . look at this shit these goddamm sissy Americans wanna drive around in their super-size-me's takin' their snot-nosed whiny kids to soccer an' movies an' the mall on my nickel but I ask for some boots on the ground and they wet their panties oh no they wanna eat beef at every meal wanna drive to Disneyland every summer wanna refi every Christmas an' move up to sumpin with two bathrooms this time where the hell they think it all comes from what's this cryin' outta their assholes tellin' me about $3 a gallon those ungrateful peons in their cubicles and cars making endless demands on me for their tin can lifestyles after all these years slaving away in this freak zone town an' in Texas to get the oil that makes their day an' sudden like they think they'll gimme the hairy eyeball hey they wanna be for peace and love and yoo-mon rights an' give away our food to all those fly-covered skinny little photo ops dammit whatta bunch of shitheads and doody brains hell half of 'em don't even vote when they have the chance but they wanna tell old Dick Cheney where he went wrong oh now they wanna impeach Big Time for playin' hardball with those faggot Russian-Iranian queers with their dirty towels and nose hair well Mister Dick is still hard on the job an' makin' history all day long an' they're sure gonna remember me for a long freakin' time I tell you what when I get through with those camel jockeys an' their slanty-eyed Chinese commie boyfriends I've said it once I've said it a thousand times if I can't have that oil no one can by Jeezus an' Mary I'll make those Persian fields so goddamn radioactive they'll be drillin' in sideways from behind the pyramids forevermore those lousy yellow Chinese bastards think they can push this Stalin shit at me think they can up an' buy what's mine there ain't no way cuz it's in my hands from here clear to hell an' back I'm getting' my way at last this whole effin world is mine to Dick with it's just me makin' history after 9/11 I'm Mister History from here on out for as long as this turdball world lasts they'll be talkin' how Mister Dick took no guff from the slopes and sand monkeys when the shootin' started he just pulled out his Big Hammer an' took America to the next level . . .