Mister President

You smell cologne of fresh birthday cakes
And it’s so easy, it feels like stealing
As the paint chips away from the ceiling
Vampire bride, she, he
A chocolate cupcake with black frosting
And you’re chained to their bed
So keep the meter fed
Remember when I got my wishes granted?
I grew somehow disenchanted
But surely you’ll remain
So cute asking stupid questions
The angels, as the story goes
Will pull the devil by his nose
If you drop dead on the bullet train
You’ll only have yourself to blame
Won’t be long now, apples fall at your feet
Don’t look down, it gets too gory
You just want to be John
But you’re so freaking Paul
Don’t discredit us our sob story
If reading online hurts your eyes
Then check your sextants every day
Oh no, well, who am I to say?
The angels, as the story goes (As the story goes)
Will pull the devil by his nose (Pull by his nose)
If you drop dead on the bullet train
You’ll only have yourself to blame
Baby, I am on the moon
I’m waiting on the moon
Won’t you come as soon as you can?
Baby, I am on the moon
I’m waiting on the moon
Won’t you come as soon as you can?
Baby, I am on the moon
I’m waiting on the moon
Won’t you come as soon as you can?
The angels, as the story goes (As the story goes)
Will pull the devil by his nose (Pull by his nose)
If you drop dead on the bullet train
You’ll only have yourself to blame
The angels, as the story goes (As the story goes)
Will pull the devil by his nose (Pull by his nose)
If you drop dead on the bullet train
You’ll only have yourself to blame