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 thinkers 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