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The president's dead, the radio said,
Dear friends, is it not so horrible? A shot through my heart, like a knife right through bread, The newspaper said the president's dead. The sea doesn't dry and the sky isn't split, But friends it just seems so wrong, don't it? A shot from the crowd, and a shot in the head, The president's lying on the tarmac dead. He's lying face down with his black-dressed agents Guns drawn running around and the early Obit's Say he was a good man, you can't argue with that Not today you can't, not now you can't. In the media tent where they spin and they slant, They just foam the mouth and they champ at the bit, Those bloodsuckers can wait 'til those vulture's cool in, The newscaster said, "The President's dead." And let's imagine the way, let's say 30 years in, How somebody will say, "What you were doing when...?" On a beautiful day, I was waking up and I was lying in bed with my girlfriend And the eggs on the plate, and the bacon hissin' And the coffee was great, there was spring on the wind. If you don't live through a day for the littlest things, And the littlest ways made you feel you were blessed If you died right then, well you know you'd be missed, But there's no better state to cease to exist And you wouldn't feel sad, and you wouldn't resist Cause you knew what you had, and were thankful for it In your own little way, I'm a small quiet man I've got no wars to win, I don't have a big plan But I love my new place, and I love my old friends And I scrimp and save, and one day I'll have kids. I can truthfully say that my day was like that, 'Til the radio playing on the stand by the bed Fired out this report and in 3 words they said, Like 3 shots to my head, "The President's Dead" "The President's Dead" "The President's Dead" "The President's Dead" "The President's Dead" "The President's Dead" |
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| 3:29 |
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There once was desperation
Now just medication The bathroom walls have always been so scribbled on Just like your skin But that's the room I'm hiding in Is just a vindication So hang the flag at half-mast For a blonde girl with a leg cast Who lay up in that un-lit room And no one spoke And no one moved Until the air filled up with fear I've never felt my body disappear so fast I burned your dissertation I spurned the celebration You'll find me down this dirty hall I'm hiding behind this silent wall But in my darkest midnight I'll still take an invitation Oh I will take an invitation Oh I will take an invitation |
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