The neocon version of "Faster Horses" by Tom T. Bagg
He is an NWO maverick, don't you understand
His eyes are dim as ballot chads, his face is lilly white, his toes are pointed outward from a-chickenhawk dancin' in some RV lot sand
Ayn Rand is his philosopher, of course
He is so dim Limbaugh uses him for sh*t
He has to drink InBev beer to keep his chinese britches on his hips
He thought I wanted to hear about his confused view of life
He drooled down his shirt and he began
It's more wars, suppressed women, older Scotch, and lower taxes
He smiled and his tooth was covered with a tobacco stain
He said, "It don't do men no good to govern for jobs and peace. Jobs and peace is just a way to say prosperity, and buffalo chips is all it means to me."
I told him I am an old Republican, I was lookin' for more that suit
I do not care for starting wars, barefoot women or Potter's loot
I said I was a Republican, my soul was still on fire
He looked at me and said, "you are a liar."
It's more wars, suppressed women, older Scotch, and lower taxes
Well, I was disillusioned, if I say the least
I took him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet
There was something cold and shiny layin' by my head
So I jammed his gun up his ass and gave him some hot lead
Well, my poet days are over and I'm back to being me as I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality
If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned I think that I will readily affirm
"It's chromed hot rods, lovely women, American bourbon, and enough money."