President Dylan
Whoever pulled the ref into the boxing ring
Better apologize quick or this drone strike's gonna sting
How come every family reunion results in some stormtrooper shooting?
These serfs oughta know to waive their wrongs before the king
Well, natural selection ain't all that right
'Cause if it were, World War 5 wouldn't debut in select theatres tonight
Agatha didn't like my performance
Well, my grunts got bored of playing the audience
Girl, I'll sneer at the screenplay as much as you'd like
Turn that racket down
(Turn that racket down!)
(Turn it down)
We're trying to get some sleep in the White House
(Just trying to catch those Z's)
(8-hour sleep)
Your wholehearted outrage is awfully played out
(Bitch!)
I don't want anyone to get hurt
(Yeah)
(It's 2077 boy)
Agatha, dear, what are you doing with that gun?
There's far worse fathers you can find under this sun
I never raised my hand to you
Demanded, reprimanded you
And on top of it all, I had a country to run
So be it, there's only room for one pacifist in this town
And once the thin-skinned dust has found a wife and settled down
We'll see who the real hero is: Abraham or Oedipus
Ten paces then the pussies exercise their power
Oh, what can I say?
It's a God eat God world
According to some witty writer
Who I'll probably hate
Once I read a couple more pages
While waiting in this tameless protest for a couple more days
And if my one aim was to forget why I stayed
I think I did okay
Better apologize quick or this drone strike's gonna sting
How come every family reunion results in some stormtrooper shooting?
These serfs oughta know to waive their wrongs before the king
Well, natural selection ain't all that right
'Cause if it were, World War 5 wouldn't debut in select theatres tonight
Agatha didn't like my performance
Well, my grunts got bored of playing the audience
Girl, I'll sneer at the screenplay as much as you'd like
Turn that racket down
(Turn that racket down!)
(Turn it down)
We're trying to get some sleep in the White House
(Just trying to catch those Z's)
(8-hour sleep)
Your wholehearted outrage is awfully played out
(Bitch!)
I don't want anyone to get hurt
(Yeah)
(It's 2077 boy)
Agatha, dear, what are you doing with that gun?
There's far worse fathers you can find under this sun
I never raised my hand to you
Demanded, reprimanded you
And on top of it all, I had a country to run
So be it, there's only room for one pacifist in this town
And once the thin-skinned dust has found a wife and settled down
We'll see who the real hero is: Abraham or Oedipus
Ten paces then the pussies exercise their power
Oh, what can I say?
It's a God eat God world
According to some witty writer
Who I'll probably hate
Once I read a couple more pages
While waiting in this tameless protest for a couple more days
And if my one aim was to forget why I stayed
I think I did okay
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Writer(s): Dylan Thomas
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