I miss when the president of the United States was a person I'd respect,
Instead of just a worthless derelict -
Preying on the problems of the poor -
Praying this will
solve it, as I pour -
This glass
half empty - all out -
Not much to lose now?
They say an enemy of my enemy,
is a friend, well...
Pyongyang? Here we are.
Biscuits, and blankets, ants and all.
Melting on your tattered crimson.
What do we do, when the poltergeist comes to life?
When the music becomes light,
and the light becomes shade, oh Lord
I'm giving up all of my vices today!
But I'm afraid, it's too late.