Private Invader

Ok, vamos supor que por alguma razão incompreensível e insondável, o Bush resolvesse criar a sua própria, honesta versão do Private Dancer da Tina Turner.
Talvez lhe saísse algo assim (clicar aqui para comparar com a versão original):

All the Iraqis and Americans dying in this place
And the Iraqis and Americans are all the same
You don’t have to look at their faces
And you don’t care about their names

You don’t think of them as human
In fact you hardly ever think at all
You keep your mind on the money
Buried beneath the arid Middle Eastern soil


Chorus
I’m your private invader, invading for money
But blame it on Cheney ´cause I have a very low IQ
Blair’s my only friend; I’ve lied to the UN
No WMD, and I’m fuckin´American civil liberties too

I wanna make a gazillion dollars
I live in the house Clinton and dad had before me
I have Connie, Laura and two drunken, redneck children
Yeah, I guess they’re my rich-white-trash family

All the Iraqis and Americans dying in this place
And the Iraqis and Americans are all the same
You don’t have to look at their faces
And you don’t care about their names

Repeat chorus twice


Kill all sandniggas for petrodollars
American superior firepower will really fuck you
We’ve hanged Saddam by the collar
Too bad we can’t say the same about Osama too

Repeat chorus

(Sérgio de Andrade – 2007)