The President's Dead

"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 at the mouth, and they chant at the bit
Those bloodsuckers can wait until those vultures 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

But 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 I 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 three words they said
Like three shots to my head

The president's dead, oh-oh
The president's dead
The president's dead
The president's dead, oh-oh
The president's dead
The president's dead