"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-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 wanna 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 pills time to work, we

All can't be martyred in the

Winter of our discontent

(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 wanna live forever

And we know that suffering is so much better

This is for the people, they want it

This is for the people, they want it

This is for the people, they want it

(Getting high on violence, baby)

And we don't wanna live forever

And we know that suffering is so much better

And we don't wanna live forever

And we know that suffering is so much better

And we don't wanna live forever

And we know that suffering is so much better