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From the This Album Has No Title album...

the president

man i feel like screwing up scenario
into the fat dude wailing
and i'm sailing, i'm sailing
away from them
and into your dead bloody arms

wash the penile infections with lysol
and jump the roadway
make me make love to hate
and please let me run away
i am not the president anymore

mother fork her!
mother fork her!
mother fork her!
mother fork her!

was i the one that drove the car in the lake
was i the one who pressed his head on your bloody breasts
was i the one in the movies with the bare-bottomed men
please say no and give it a rest

i used to make the decisions
that made you happy
and now i don't remember anything
and i feel so sad
and i feel so happy

mother fork her!
mother fork her!
mother fork her!
mother fork her!

was i the one that drove the car in the lake
was i the one who pressed his head on your bloody breasts
was i the one in the movies with the bare-bottomed men
please say no and give it a rest

remember the time...
the time...
the crime...
the time...

i can't see this hand that does the pulling
and the feet that does the pushing
what just the heck am i missing
i can't see too well now
and this way damned down to hell now

i am not your friend
i am ronald reagan
i am ronald reagan
i am your burning bush
i am ronald reagan

(words & music: winston campbell)

 

 

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