Текст песни Max Frost - President

Pick up your receiver, Calling to the leader, No matter what number you dial. Listen and you'll hear him, Creeping like a fever, They're tapping on into the line. In your car, in your home You're never on your own, They're keeping tabs on you from the sky. You can run if you want, Girl, I know you won't, We're the revolution That's moving just to stay alive. I don't give a damn who's president Tapping on the phone lines, Kicking at the jams, get 'em listening, Baby, ‘cause it's no crime. How are we supposed to feel when it all ain't real? Flipping through the New York Times, I don't give a damn who's president, Baby, and it's no crime. Oh, Satanic creatures, Holy non-believers Gunning for the chance on the throne, Singing "Hail to Caesar", If you don't, it's treason, Got to go and cast your vote. In your town, underground They're working hard right now, Building war machines that can fly. Better stop looking 'round, Did you hear that sound? We got the solution, Just blow it all up into the sky. I don't give a damn who's president Tapping on the phone lines, Kicking at the jams, get 'em listening, Baby, ‘cause it's no crime. How are we supposed to feel when it all ain't real? Flipping through the New York Times, I don't give a damn who's president, Baby, and it's no crime. Go dance for the air force band, War time players gotta get your number. Old man moving in demand, “Lady, can I get your number? Get your number.” I don't give a damn who's president Tapping on the phone lines, Kicking at the jams, get 'em listening, Baby, ‘cause it's no crime. How are we supposed to feel when it all ain't real? Flipping through the New York Times, I don't give a damn who's president, Baby, and it's no crime.
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