In President's iPod - Dance party. Dance! Dance!

These simple chords are as simple as your thoughts

That look on your face always makes me sick, babe

It’s time to fix her

I can be a dick, sir

See how you like this

I’m the nicest guy, miss

Come around, my friend

And bring your knife, yeah!

We’ll decapitate a liar, a liar.

When you think about me do you feel me near?

This is fucking ugly,

But we can show them anyway.

When you think about me do you feel me near?