"President Dead"Lyrics
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 want to 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 (getting 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 want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
(This is for the people, they want to)
(This is for the people, they want to)
(This is for the people, they want to)
(Getting high on violence, baby)
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
Writer(s): Stephen Bier, Brian Warner, Jeordie White
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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"President Dead"?
When I was younger I was naive enough to think this a song about politics and those who blindly follow them; Not a chance, it's a song about future, about choices, about life. While in love with "Getting high on violence, baby", a slang that loved to get stamped on a t-shirt and move around in it. Well, that was before we all slowly adapting the corporate puppet role.
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