Dead presidents Bleeding America blue
Side by side One by one
Your right hand man is sharpening his knives
Dead presidents Shocking you with stun guns on the seven o' clock news
So just do whatever it takes to sedate yourself between commercial breaks
Is he living next door? Or is he near?
Standing in line to die It's the pixilated face of your fear
Because the psychotic hype has arrived No one's getting out alive