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Dear Mr. President Video (MV)




Performed By: Trashbag Ponchos
Length: 2:48
Written by: Andreas Miles-Novelo, Cole Juckette, Eric Larson, Luke Glassman
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Trashbag Ponchos - Dear Mr. President Lyrics




Dear Mr. President, please take a seat
I'm so happy that you finally agreed to meet
I and all the people here in this room
Are pleased to be the instrument of your doom
March down to the wall and we'll take a stone
And we'll wall up the bastard inside his home
Burn down their towers and bury their thrones
And we'll break from the America we've always known
And as we rise you'll see
That you can't make a whore of lady liberty
And all her people know
That you're just a big bully with a fancy bow
On the Capitol lawn, we'll hold hands and sing
All of the puppets cut from their strings
From a rope, they'll hang from an old oak tree
And we'll make them dance a new deadly jig
Up from the Senate from the lawn we'll sneak
With dirty deeds in our heads, and quiet feet
Lock the door from the outside and throw away the keys
And burn the traitors down with kerosene
And when it burns you'll see
That we won't be fooled again by your trickery
'Cause fool me once shame on me
But fool me twice and shamed you'll be
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Dear Mr. President, please take a seat
I'm so happy that you finally agreed to meet
I and all the people here in this room
Are pleased to be the instrument of your doom
March down to the wall and we'll take a stone
And we'll wall up the bastard inside his home
Burn down their towers and bury their thrones
And we'll break from the America we've always known
And as we rise you'll see
That you can't make a whore of lady liberty
And all her people know
That you're just a big bully with a fancy bow
On the Capitol lawn, we'll hold hands and sing
All of the puppets cut from their strings
From a rope, they'll hang from an old oak tree
And we'll make them dance a new deadly jig
Up from the Senate from the lawn we'll sneak
With dirty deeds in our heads, and quiet feet
Lock the door from the outside and throw away the keys
And burn the traitors down with kerosene
And when it burns you'll see
That we won't be fooled again by your trickery
'Cause fool me once shame on me
But fool me twice and shamed you'll be
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Writer: Andreas Miles-Novelo, Cole Juckette, Eric Larson, Luke Glassman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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