Go Mr. President told me it was the good way Tragedy is the way to solve catastrophe While the Preist people sit in their thrones Behind them, theives destroy their homes Your TV agenda and your collection of lies Have all fallen down, yes soon they'll be dead The bombs you drop and the words you spit Don't distract from whats really happening I've Got my Gun, It's inside of my head To save myself from you, I pretend your all dead Everyday you live in this world protected by the hidden filth Destory yourselfs and compete for # 1 When it's all gone will you have had your fun? Now the shells are broken And we're all watching your culture Coming crashing down, Coming crashing down