Cleaning washboards
On the back of my president lane
I am the reflection of a world
That was once ours
That died when we lost faith in the system
The centuries remain the same
I'm a dead president still alive
The song remains the same
"Hang 'em"
On the bloodied walls of underground thoughts
Life's do or die, and the washboards lose the cut up bones
A dog dug the ground and hid the frenzy

Dig sally up