A-one, two, three, four And now the president's dead Because they blew off his head No more neck to be red Guess to heaven he fled Was it something he said Or because of who's in his bed By whom will we be led? From whose hand will we be fed? All the lies by the lying liars who said We'll be fine, It's OK, Hey look mom no head!
milinpatel555 2 years ago
hell yeah
bluejackets911 2 years ago
excelent musick...5/5
miguelvineshoot9307 2 years ago