"President Dead" letra

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 wanna 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
(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 wanna live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better

This is for the people, they want it
This is for the people, they want it
This is for the people, they want it
(Getting high on violence, baby)

And we don't wanna live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't wanna live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't wanna live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better