Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Glory to Me, the Mandated King;
War On Earth, neocons gone wild
God and the red states reconciled.
Joyful, corporations rise
Electoral triumphs full of lies.
Daily our Soldiers are killed and maimed
while all watch Survivor and Eminem...
Hark! The Herald Angels sing
"Glory to Me, the Chosen King!"
Christ by highest, I'm coming soon,
Rapture is the best reward
Medals to Bremer Franks & Tenet hold their tongue
We'll soon control every woman's womb.
Hidden from sight, we work at night
Invisible to every subcommittee
Though no plan after Baghdad fell
That Rumsfeld, the job he's doing is swell
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to Me, the Selected King!"
Screw the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
We've co-opted the Son of Righteousness!
Let's pray our debt's not called by Beijing
An attack on Iran might be just the thing...
Oh well, Bernie Kerik is not our guy
In that cave maybe Osama will die
While we strip our forests, poison air and earth
Cheney says pocket every dime they're worth...
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to Me, your Re-Elected King!"
with apologies to the original author...feel free to add your own verses...