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Not My President - Th1rt3En (N.M.P.) (live) @ Brückenaward Mannheim August 2023
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Andreas Eichenauer
Andreas Eichenauer
Songwriter
William Ledbetter
William Ledbetter
Songwriter

Lyrics

They sit in their office worlds far away Don't know who we are, how we live, what we have to say Resolution, majority and veto Born to privilege, don't deny it: incognito Wanna raise a fist – they fuckin' shoot it off Underneath the boot of dystopian construct Independence, poverty, legitimacy Born to obey, don't deny it: All hail currency Mechanisms firing the engine of society Blood-sucking bastard wanna fuckin' make a meal of me Recession, regression, aggression, revolution Born to destroy, don't deny it: no solution No solution You put our lives underneath your will We're gonna fight and we always will You're not my president, my president! War is peace, freedom slavery All the clocks striking thirteen You're not my president, my president! They say freedom and prosperity for all Now watch 'em motherfuckers stumble and fall Double standards, corruption, border patrol Born to run, don't deny it: 100 percent control I've been listening all my life to your lie Hoping I'll be given just one slice of the pie Oppression, confession and misery Born to bear my cross, nearer oh my lord to thee Vice squad at my back - I'm not giving way They will have the bill presented on election day Crusaders, invaders, solidarity Born to suffer, don't deny it: people die at sea People die at sea You put our lives underneath your will We're gonna fight and we always will You're not my president, my president! War is peace, freedom slavery All the clocks striking thirteen You're not my president! You're not my president! The wheel keep turnin' till you're out Don't let the bastards grind you down The wheel keep turnin' till you're out Don't let the bastards grind you down The wheel keep turnin' till you're out Don't let the bastards grind you down The wheel keep turnin' till you're out Don't let the bastards grind you down Is there anybody there?
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