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Oh, Mr. President,
If I could just get a minute
To talk about the world and the people in it
And how they’re struggling to survive
The world is an engine
And you keep revving it
You’re laying down some of the heaviest shit
That I’ve seen in my life
All I want is for you to hurt too
Unwanted responses
Poison the air
One question:
How’re you resting in this nightmare?
Oh, Mr. President
You seem to think your presence is heaven-sent
Look around, I fail to see any evidence
That you’re doing us right
Cuz all of your time is spent
Swimming in wet cement
Where did you get the idea to pretend
That it ain’t gonna dry?
All I want is for you to hurt too
Unwanted responses
Poison the air
One question:
How’re you resting in this nightmare?
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