| 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? |
