Lyrics:
It's out of my hands, making all hands meet
Stumble as it's crumbling out of reach
It's in the cards of destiny
Your sanity in tow
Designate my
It's out of my hands, making all hands meet
Stumble as it's crumbling out of reach
It's in the cards of destiny
Your sanity in tow
Designate
Hallucinate, desegregate
Mediate, alleviate
Try not to hate
Love your mate
Don't suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
A one-world
Hallucinate
Desegregate
Mediate
Alleviate
Try not to hate
Love your mate
Don't suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
A one world
Hallucinate
Desegregate
Mediate
Alleviate
Try not to hate
Love your mate
Don't suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
Bands are playing
Let's go swaying
At the President's birthday ball
They'll be welcoming one and all
Happy birthday,
Best-on-Earth day
right hand and repeat after me, I
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
tears, party time is here again
president gas is up for president
line up, put your kisses down
say yeah, say yes again
stand up, there's a head count
tears, party time is here again
President gas is up for president
Line up, put your kisses down
Say yeah, say yes again
Stand up, there's a head count
tears, party time is here again
president gas is up for president
line up, put your kisses down
say yeah, say yes again
stand up, there's a head count
('round for real)
I-I-I-I-I
I-I ah
You broke my heart and now ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
I just
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
and know the password
Gave me his blessings, boy I'm hotter than the last verse
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead
Vice President Fruitley
Vice President Fruitley
C'mon to where you need to go
Vice President Fruitley
I think you know where I'm goin'
This
Them dead presidents
Them dead presidents
Well I ain't broke but I'm badly bent
Everybody loves them dead presidents
A little bit of Lincoln
President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete
Ride, Johnny ride
Johnny's wife is
Oh, Mr President!
Get a tie, get a suit and tie guy
He work me from 9-5
Come home make me go na-night
Got me so high I'm seeing sky
Big man he
to awaken and see
You don't need no passport
And you don't need no visas
You don't need to designate or to emigrate
Before you can see Jesus
If you
Please Mr. President, say it isn't so
I don't have to sell my Cadillac that I just paid for
I talk to Mr. Getty and I talk to Standard Oil
They
the President of the United States, containing, among other things, the following, to wit:
"That on the first day of January, in the year of our Lord one
Here comes President Kill again,
Surrounded by all of his killing men.
Telling us who, why, where and when,
President Kill wants killing again.
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