When He Beat My Mother

I Would Like To Live To A Ripe Old Age And Raise Watermelons In Wyoming.

Speaking In A Common Tongue, Speaking Through Guitars And Drums.

Jealousy Endlessly Eats Through My Mind, And Jealously Endlessly Makes Me Be Unkind.

Some Even Claim That I'm A Terror, A Dictator And They're Right.

The President's Dead, No One Can Find His Head, Its Been Missing For Two Weeks. But No One Seemed To Notice It.