Beady-Eyed President from Washington

We live to die another fight
Love and peace is far from sight
Woman and children are dying for peace
Sir, there's men crying in the middle east

Call me dumb or call me bright
Walk in here when don't have the right
Who do you think you are?
Old and meek
I'm the gestapo cable man from Mozambique

I live the sins of past regimes
History has yet to tells us what they mean
If you leave people lifeless, buried in pairs
You'll find revenge in a Palestinian market square

Call me dumb or call me bright
Walk in here when don't have the right
Who do you think you are?
Smooth and ripped
I'm the shady metermaid of the Gaza Strip

You've picked on us for way too long
Who says the Viet Cong was so wrong
Isn't one man's enemy another's friend?
Our scabs have been picked far too long to mend

Call me martyr call me inept
Crimes of centuries past started with one concept
Take until there's nothing left
Where do we go from here?
Arrogant and done
I'm the beady-eyed war president from Washington