El Presidente
I want to kill the president
And I don't need a gun
I want to fuck the government
I want to fuck a nun
I want to paint the world in blood
And pave the streets in bone
The killing won't come to an end
Until I take the throne
Just stop and smell the decay
Of what you've given your life to build
Your struggle was always in vain
Your dreams have been killed
You underestimate our influence
Cursed by addiction to your affluence
There's a simple reason
Why your country's crying out in pain
You've ignored your neighbor
Now your house is going up in flames
Imbeciles all showed us
When they squeezed into the voting booths
America should be afraid
Of television, wars, and truth
You will serve them no more
El presidente and his whore
They will die by my sword
All will bow
I step from behind the curtain
Let them know who's pulling the strings
The transition might be quite painful
But I promise, you won't feel a thing
Who do you think causes famines and wars?
It's those same leaders you've been dying for
There's a simple reason
Why your country's crying out in pain
You've ignored your neighbor
Now your house is going up in flames
Imbeciles all showed us
When they squeezed into the voting booths
America should be afraid
Of television, wars, and truth
Teleport into his office
All the way from outer space
He won't know it's happened
'Til I'm tearing off his stupid face
Did you think this sword
And battle axe I have are just for show?
Not only will I use them
I'll revel as the kill count grows
You will serve them no more
El presidente and his whore
They will die by my sword
All will bow
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Teleport into his office
All the way from outer space
He won't know it's happened
'Til I'm tearing off his stupid face
Did you think this sword
And battle axe I have are just for show?
Not only will I use them
I'll revel as the kill count grows
There's a simple reason
Why your country's crying out in pain
You've ignored your neighbor
Now your house is going up in flames
Imbeciles all showed us
When they squeezed into the voting booths
America should be afraid
Of television, wars, and truth
You will serve them no more
El presidente and his whore
They will die by my sword
All will bow