Lyrics In President's iPod - Dance party. Dance! Dance!

In President's iPod

These simple chords are as simple as your thoughts
That look on your face always makes me sick, babe
It’s time to fix her
I can be a dick, sir
See how you like this
I’m the nicest guy, miss
Come around, my friend
And bring your knife, yeah!
We’ll decapitate a liar, a liar.
When you think about me do you feel me near?
This is fucking ugly,
But we can show them anyway.
When you think about me do you feel me near?