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Kill The President
by The Arrogant Sons of Bitches

What's the bullshit for?
Verbal battlefield, syllables of war
I shut myself off and it happens again
You're not my friend
You're not my friend
You're not my friend

The winter knocked on my door like a selfish bitch
I'm glad that you haven't got your wish
In the cold all alone I've been thinking of everyone but you

And it feels like seventh grade again
And none of this will ever end
I'm just your public malcontent
Another extraneous trend
Don't try to be like me
Because I'm not one to compete
To obtain the status of a symbol of idolatry

This time I'd really rather be alone
Can we forget this? I can just go home
This time I'd really rather be alone

Acting unaffected by this hand of fate
Saying "everything's okay!" with a straight face
I remember when you said I could count on you for anything

And I still hold on but you'll hold off
And play another dumb charade again
I'm driving my car home
And never walking in the rain again
I miss the smell of Taco Bell
And places that we knew too well
It's driving me crazy

This time I'd really rather be alone
Can we forget this? I can just go home
This time I'd really rather be alone

I'm bleeding profusely from my insides
While you're smiling cause you're stealing all of my best lines
I'm doubled over and I'm taking my own side

Over and over again I'm so useless
Now you're becoming everything
Well was I ever anything?
Everyone I love always leaves me
My judgement's been off this time
Your words will always still be mine
This time I'd really rather be alone
Can we forget this? I can just go home
This time I'd really rather be alone

I'm bleeding profusely from my insides
While you're smiling cause you're stealing all of my best lines
I'm doubled over and I'm taking my own side

And I'll be slapped on crowded streets
And in some lame cry of defeat
I'll open up and shout it loud
"Fuck that! Turn off the new sound"
Over and over again I'm so useless
Now you're becoming everything
Well was I ever anything?
Everyone I love always leaves me
My judgement's off this time
(For the last time, what's left beside me now?)
No one in this world is ever listening
Pay attention now

At home alone again all night
Expect the worst and you'll be right

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jeffrey Ernest Rosenstock

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