The Goddamn Busy Signal

I've seen better days than this Dictator of love Stand in the way of happiness Everything seems too fucking easy What can be said of us When love is tested and put on trial? For not a crime but tradition? What can be said? We are the face of perfection We are the elite The false sense of tolerance in the hearts of men And if need be Another president dead Give me another president dead Brothers and sisters Cast your unheard ballots Vote yes on oppression Your ideals are obsolete The authority of morality And if God dictates what love is Who will love the unwanted? They lay waste to this cold tradition And take the Gods of old to hell What can be said? I've never felt so alive I've never felt so alive Oh, give me another dead president Give me another dead president God is a faggot hater Your freedom is on the line but getting a busy signal A goddamn busy signal Your freedom is on the line but getting a busy signal A goddamn busy signal We are the face of prefection We are the elite The false sense of tolerance in the hearts of men President is dead