The Presidential Suite

<br>They paved the way for every second of your day.<br>It is no myth. No, it is the bible of the god that they erected on the ashes of your neighborhood.<br>He is looming like the god of blunder. &quot;Lie, lie, lie&quot; you sing to sing his praise<br>Because you`re lazy and you`ve been taught too much to learn.<br>Another pawn. A pink flamingo on the lawn of the capital of shame with your buried head<br>And only you to blame.<br>The rodeo begins. They take us for a ride and we are flailing<br>But as hard as we may buck the king of fools is still in place and fit to rule.<br>You fucking praise him. Yes, you fellate him from with your trust.<br>Your parents` parents made this happen. Eat your words and fold your napkins.<br>Another pawn, a pink flamingo on the lawn and that is all you will ever be.<br>If you thought that you were free, well, you`ve been lead on.<br>You still buy all his lies.