Dear Mr. President
Now you've made it atop
And proved to be a shameless letdown
Every promise you made
Was a fraud
A nation falls in decay
It doesn't change your vile agenda
You only care about yourself
And your mob
Oh, well...
Dear Mr. President,
Just who do you think you are?
To pretend that you are king and we are pawns
You could have been a hero
But you will end a psychopath
With a greed for power that got out of hand
While your bank account grows
There's people seeking food in trash cans
Hope you have some regrets
I guess not
Each step that you take
Goes further in the wrong direction
Our patience is ticking away
Soon to explode
Oh, well...
Dear Mr. President,
Just who do you think you are?
To pretend that you are king and we are pawns
You could have been a hero
But you will end a psychopath
With a greed for power that got out of hand
Oh, yeah!
At the end of the road
Your time will come to meet the maker
N' all the money in the world
Won't save your soul
Dear Mr. President,
Just who do you think you are?
To pretend that you are king and we are pawns
You could have been a hero
But you will end a psychopath
With a greed for power that got out of hand
Oh, yeah!
And proved to be a shameless letdown
Every promise you made
Was a fraud
A nation falls in decay
It doesn't change your vile agenda
You only care about yourself
And your mob
Oh, well...
Dear Mr. President,
Just who do you think you are?
To pretend that you are king and we are pawns
You could have been a hero
But you will end a psychopath
With a greed for power that got out of hand
While your bank account grows
There's people seeking food in trash cans
Hope you have some regrets
I guess not
Each step that you take
Goes further in the wrong direction
Our patience is ticking away
Soon to explode
Oh, well...
Dear Mr. President,
Just who do you think you are?
To pretend that you are king and we are pawns
You could have been a hero
But you will end a psychopath
With a greed for power that got out of hand
Oh, yeah!
At the end of the road
Your time will come to meet the maker
N' all the money in the world
Won't save your soul
Dear Mr. President,
Just who do you think you are?
To pretend that you are king and we are pawns
You could have been a hero
But you will end a psychopath
With a greed for power that got out of hand
Oh, yeah!
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Writer(s): Javier Ernesto Lanne
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