President Dead歌词
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&aposs 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&apost want to