Video musical
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mario Cantone
Vocals
Stephen Sundheim
Performer
Assassins Orchestra
Orchestra
Paul Gemignani
Music Director
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Sundheim
Songwriter
KATHARINE EDMONDS
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Russel
Assistant Engineer
Joe Lambert
Mastering Engineer
Philip Chaffin
Executive Producer
Tommy Krasker
Producer
Letra
Have it your way, have it your way
You know what my way is?
Hot
How 'bout a hamburger that's fuckin' hot!?
DON'T BLAME ME, I'M FROM MASSACHUSETTS!
Dick!
You still there babe?
Sorry about that
Ten miles from the airport
I'm startin' to lose it here
Stay with me baby, talk me down
You know, Dick, in this
The waning hours of your administration
It seems appropriate to look back
At your long years of public service
And to conclude
That as our President
You really bit the big one
Wazoo city babe
What can I say?
And you know what?
This cracks me up
I voted for you
Yes, I gave you my vote
My sacred democratic trust
And you know what you did?
You pissed all over it!
Ah what the hell
Guys like you
You piss all over everything
You piss all over the country
You piss all over yourselves
You piss all over me
Yeah, yeah I know
"Sam, don't say it!
You're my main man
Guys like you, you're the backbone of the nation
Sammy,"
SHUT UP DICK!
I'M TALKIN' NOW!
ALRIGHT!?
I'M TALKIN' AND YOU'RE LISTENIN'!
Here
Have you seen the papers lately?
Grandma lives in packing crate
Sewage closes Jersey beaches
Saudi prince buys Howard Johnsons
What the hell is goin' on here, Dick!?
It wasn't supposed to be like this
It wasn't, but it is
And schmucks like you, you're tellin' us it isn't?
"Everything's fine, it's great, it's Miller time."
What Miller time!?
The woods are burnin', Dick
What can we do?
We want to make things better
How?
"Let's hold an election."
Great
The Democrat says he'll fix everything
The Republicans fucked up
The Republican says he'll fix everything
The Democrats fucked up
Who's tellin' us the truth?
Who's lyin'?
Someone's lyin', who?
We read, we guess, we argue
But deep down we know
That we don't know
How can we?
Oil embargos
Megatons
Holes in the ozone
Who can understand this crap?
We need to believe, to trust, like little kids
That someone wants what's best for us
That someone's lookin' out for us
That someone loves us
Do they?
No, they lie to us
They lie about what's right
They lie about what's wrong
They lie about the FUCKIN' HAMBURGERS!
And when we realize they're lying
Really realize it in our gut
Then we get scared
Then we get terrified
Like children waking in the dark
We don't know where we are
"I had a bad dream
Mommy, Daddy, Sammy had a nightmare."
And then Daddy comes and takes me in his arms and says
"It's okay Sammy, Daddy's here
I love you kid
Your Mommy doesn't, but I do."
And then Mommy comes and holds me tight and says
"I gotcha bubula
I'm here for you
Your daddy isn't, but I am."
And then where are we?
Who do we believe?
Who do we trust?
What do we do?
We do the only thing we can do
We kill the President
Writer(s): John Alexander Simpson
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