Lyrics:
Partner, I'm still spendin' money from '88, what?
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents
Partner, I'm still spendin' money from '88, what?
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
Simple emotion for the human animal we
Confronted something overwhelming the
Imminent threat
Of death in the form of wars, plagues
And natural
Disasters
healthcare answers
When you Legislate death you are the cancer
Dear me president tell me what to do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
the streets call you
Or the fiends call you Goldie cause your fro was out hey Goldie what
You got for me today every thought was illegal streets a feed
You
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
I took cutie for a ride in my death cab
She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab
Before she left she made a dashboard
and Airwaves Death Cab for Cutie
Turn me off put on a CD
Turn me off put on a mother-flipping CD
Uh oh my gosh that is a lot of CDs
But okay we will take them
Just for something to do
Can you draw a perfect circle?
Lot of lies cover the truth, you got options, what do you do?
I wash these pills down with
three wives, why fuck the nanny?
President fueled by religion
What kind of cult are you leading?
They run like rats to the shit you feed them
Then eat it
chukwu delu ka odelu and oga agba na ilu
Aka ekpuchi onwa Ifugo the boy acharigo
Ikana arojie Imaro the Inarigo
What!
I'm out for Presidents to represent
Lyrics by Ben Gibbard (Death Cab For Cutie)
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me,
And bathe my skin in water
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
In san francisco you can be mayor at 18
But ya gotta be 26 to drive a cab
What goes on
Is not what we're told to see
Patrick henry said "Give me
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
wrist
And I tap it and take it by take to the twist
Yeah, I gotta go for it to floor in a foreign and leave something more for a couple of kids
when you
Fucked up and live in grandmother's house
Now watch how them same
Bitches treat you when
You gettin' guap and you finally get out
Oh what
the very definition of what it is to display courage.
Sadly his courage contributed to his untimely death which is a true tragedy.
Our former president is
on the couch just chilling
Feels like everybody's living for the weekend
My God, what a beautiful feeling
Night's much longer than the days are
Friends
hangs in most
Homes and around our necks
And we have just taken that
For granted all our lives
Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The
World's most
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