"PRESIDENT DEAD"
This is for the
people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
Getting high on violence, baby
President Dead is clueless and he's
Caught in a headlight, police-stated
God and his skull
is stained glass
Incubated and jet set, the bitter
Hinkers buy their tickets to go find
God like a piggy
in a fair
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
Getting high on violence, baby
Give the bills time to work, we
All could be
martyred in the
Winter of our discontent
(Getting high on violence, baby)
Every night we are nailed into place and
Every night we just can't seem to
Ever remember the reason why
(Getting high on violence, baby)
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want
to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better