That bastard making fun of me in front of all my peers Those people think I own this town, you're stripping all my gears Well guess what Mr. President, I'll be seeing you In four years
Though on the campaign trail the papers paint me like a clown Still all I see are crowds who want to fit me for a crown I point out all my enemies just so my fans Bring them down
Isn't anybody going to stop me? I don't want this job I don't want this job, my god Can't you tell I'm unwell
You try to pin me down but you don't really try that hard I throw out any shit I want and no one trumps that card So dazzled and distracted by your fantasy Of Hildegard
Isn't anybody going to stop me? I don't want this job I don't want this job, my god Can't you tell I'm unwell
You ask about my plan but baby my plan is to win I wind up all the tops and watch the others keep the spin You handing me grenades is just compelling me To pull the pin
Isn't anybody going to stop me? I don't want this job I can't do this job, my god Can't you tell I'm unwellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
