"Bring it on," you said,

Standing behind that podium,

So high and mighty.

Guess what, Georgie?

I'm taking that challenge.

I'm bringing it on.

I'm bringing it on for the caribou,

Forced out of their homes by your thirst for oil.

I'm bringing it on for the innocent Iraqis,

Dead, and at your hands.

I'm bringing it on for our soldiers,

Whom you sent to die for a false cause.

I'm bringing it on for our lungs,

Turned black by your so-called "Blue Skies" operation.

I'm bringing it on for our rights,

Quashed by your "Patriot" act.

I'm bringing it on for us children,

Who you are forcing the consequences of your actions on.

I'm bringing it on for us gifted kids,

Who are being left behind even more now than before because of your Act.

So yeah, go on, stand at your podium,

Spewing lies and empty words.

But beware, George,

Because I'm bringing it on.