President Dead - текст песни
President Dead
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-state God And his skull is stained glass
Incubated and jet set The bitter thinkers buy their tickets To go find God like a piggy in a fair
And we don't want 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. Getting high on violence, baby!
Give the pills 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 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
Getting high on violence, baby!
And we don't want live forever And we know that suffering is so much better(3x)
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