That bastard making fun of me in front of all my peers
Those people think I own this town, you're stripping all my gears
Well guess what Mr. President, I'll be seeing you
In four years
Though on the campaign trail the papers paint me like a clown
Still all I see are crowds who want to fit me for a crown
I point out all my enemies just so my fans
Bring them down
Isn't anybody going to stop me?
I don't want this job
I don't want this job, my god
Can't you tell
I'm unwell
You try to pin me down but you don't really try that hard
I throw out any shit I want and no one trumps that card
So dazzled and distracted by your fantasy
Of Hildegard
Isn't anybody going to stop me?
I don't want this job
I don't want this job, my god
Can't you tell
I'm unwell
You ask about my plan but baby my plan is to win
I wind up all the tops and watch the others keep the spin
You handing me grenades is just compelling me
To pull the pin
Isn't anybody going to stop me?
I don't want this job
I can't do this job, my god
Can't you tell
I'm unwell
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