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
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