A blatantly political track aimed at Tony Blair and John Howard for their kowtowing to George Bush in support of the war in Iraq. This is just a rough home demo
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Story behind the song
We are in an election year in Australia in 2007. Whilst George Bush has copped a lot of flak for the war in Iraq, our Prime Minister, John Howard has until now been relatively unscathed. This is a song "dedicated" to him and Tony Blair. If you don't agree with the politics of the song, don't complain, write a song justifying the war.
Lyrics
Tony you're elegant, Tony you're grand
You even came up with a new party brand
But "The Third Way" turned the turd way
You spin and you bore,
Now history will judge you just another Bush Whore
You foresaw your destiny, you presaged your fate
Beside a fuckwith world Sheriff you'd look head of state
You thought you were someone the world would adore
But look at you now,
You're just another Bush Whore
You're a whore, you're a whore Tone
It's known through the land
A bigger whore than the street girl who serviced Hugh Grant
You can't substitute ego for the true rule of law
Consigned now forever as another Bush Whore
And what do we make of our little John Howard
Still believes in the 'Nam war
Didn't serve but no coward
Just put him in a picture with 10 soldiers or more
Then he'll sell out the country, the bloody Bush Whore
You're a whore, you're a whore, John
It's known through the land
You say you won't cut and run
But you shift in the sand
And come next October we'll show you the door
No man of steel statesman
Just another Bush Whore
So now John and Tony, that's how it goes
You had some time in the spotlight
Now it's the end of the road
You gambled your future sending young folks to war
Off to history's dustin, you bloody Bush Whores
You're a whore, you're a whore Tone
It's known through the land
A bigger whore than the street girl who serviced Hugh Grant
You can't substitute ego for the true rule of law
Off to history's dustbin, you bloody Bush Whore
You're a whore, you're a whore, John
It's known through the land
You say you won't cut and run
But you shift in the sand
And come next October we'll show you the door
Off to history's dustbin, you bloody Bush Whore
