presidential directive

We've got a war with no front and no rear,
the enemy is one that we have made,
yet we cannot get our slow arses into gear.

The enemy is both far distant and near,
by devious means we know that he is paid,
we've got a war with no front and no rear.

The truth's been told but we don't want to hear
things that might put our leader in the shade,
yet we cannot get our slow arses into gear.

We've told the public all the lies they'll bear
and now they seem to want us all to fade;
we've got a war with no front and no rear.

We've called the enemy both dark and queer;
but now he's vanished into the parade
yet we cannot get our slow arses into gear.

We'll win this war, by all that we hold dear,
there's still a load of lies we have not said;
we've got a war with no front and no rear,
yet we cannot get our slow arses into gear.