"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