theory of a deadman - above this lyrics
they try to kill the president
they try to put a shiny bullet in his head
he leaves a resident
he couldn’t pay the bill and wound up dead.
i am not above this
who put these thoughts in my head, in my head?
i could grow to love this
who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?
they want to know where the money went
they’ll break a bone for every dime you spent
they’ll cut your throat for the h-ll of it
they’re going to cover you in wet cement.
i am not above this
who put these thoughts in my head, in my head?
i could grow to love this
who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?
with lives in his hands
i see why he loves this
he thinks he’s a god
not even god is above this
now you see why i couldn’t love this
i am not above this
who put these thoughts in my head, in my head?
i am not above this
who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?
i could grow to love this
who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?
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