Lyrics: Pro-pain. Contents Under Pressure. Political Suicide.

Well it's 6 am at the white house

And the sun's just about to break


Gonna go for a run with the C.I.A
And talk shop with my boys in Kuwait

While the Haitian's come in by boat
We got ethnic cleansing in Bosnia



To put the spark right back in your vote
I think it's time for some media posturing

I reserve the right
To lie straight up in your face


I'll squeal in delight

And leave you in disgrace


I will not step down

Hurt my pride

I shalt thou commit
Political suicide


Got a real nice disposition


But I can't stand up to the congress
More perks then a chock full o'nuts

Cause I just don't have the guts

My hands are ties domestically
I gotta brown nose the N.R.A.


Those campaign contributions

Have put me where I am today