He rode in from Texas
His Dad held his guns
He’s lied and he’s cheated
For all that he’s won
Now he’s in the white house
Breaking all the rules
For all we have to suffer
You can thank W
Thank W

He’s useless in gunfights
But Dad’s sly and he’s quick
He pulls the trigger as W’s too thick
The shrubs are in the White House
Breaking the rules
For all the world must suffer
You can thank W
Thank W

With this bunch of cowboys
Our kids don’t stand a chance
Cuz he’s killing the calvary
Their bloods on his hands
He’s losing sons and daughters
And America too
For the chance to die for freedom
You can thank W
Thank W
Apocalypse merchants, on dick W
They ride with the devil against me and you
We’ve got to pull together, to see these times through
Peace is round’ the corner
Without W
Without W