Lyrics President - Live - IAMX
They
pull
our
strings
The
animals
The
blind
that
breed
the
hate
Under
their
wing
We′re
scientists
We
swallow
what
they
fake
For
all
you
lonely
boys
I
will
be
president
In
all
you
sons
of
men
I
can
be
accident
Most
fall
in
line
They
do
the
dance
And
salute
the
safest
name
Bored
with
their
lives
Grind,
socialise
And
throw
all
the
beauty
away
For
all
you
lonely
boys
I
will
be
president
In
all
you
sons
of
men
I
can
be
accident
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