Mr. President

Hey there, Mr. President
What's outside your door?
Ten thousand young American boys
Lying dead out on the floor
Lying dead out on the floor

Hey there, Mr. Policeman
Kill your long-haired creep
It's no use hiding inside your door
'Cause he's dead out, out on the street
'Cause he's dead out on the street

What you gonna tell the people
You know they can see
What you gonna tell the people
'Cause all that poor boy wanted
Was to be free
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What you gonna tell the people
You know they can see
What you gonna tell the people
'Cause all that poor boy wanted
Was to be free

Hey there, Mr. Policeman
Kill your long-haired creep
It's no use hiding outside your door
'Cause he's dead, dead, dead out on the street
'Cause he's dead out on the street

What you gonna tell the people
You know they can see
What you gonna tell the people
'Cause all that poor boy wanted
Was to be free