Featured films play in my eyelids
Animals weapons and women
And the dust that dangles like Christmas morning
Cobwebs of my youth Kaleidoscopin'
And Christ is napping in my attic
I'll forgive him when he says I'm right
My fists so full of bolts it is sturdy
My mind saying it's fight or flight
I shot the president last night
I shot the president last night
Some glue, a shape in my mind and no neighbours
A living room full of dead daylight
I smell my baking to start a burning
But maybe I've cooked it just right
And now my coffees in my lap
My skins peeling back and forth
The cartoon is gone now its hurting
And my wife is out on the front porch
I shot the president last night
I shot the president last night
Now she don't love me like the Osmonds
Feeds me wet paper and old news
Her breasts as dead as salted almonds
Has politically inept views
One time I met her at the opera
One time I drowned her in the tub
But she lived on just like I expected
And now we have a teenage son
I shot the president last night
I shot the president last night
