I Want to Be the President

We've got arms

They're the fighting kind

Take you on

'Cause you're strong

We've got love

It's the hating kind

We're not interested in your difference

We like to be divided

My gun is bigger than yours

My tank goes faster than yours

My missile's turning me on

My weapon makes me feel strong

Bang, bang, bang

Do you wanna see my gun?

Well, come on

We'll resist

We'll resist

We'll resist

I'll let you take control

But if they say that it's so

Is that the way you will go?

And if you thought it was wrong

Would you still follow along?

They're building walls tonight

They're building walls tonight

Ain't it cold?

Ain't it cold?

Ain't it cold

Where you empty your soul?

Ain't it cold?

Ain't it cold?

Ain't it cold

Where you empty your soul?

There'll be a war tonight

There'll be a war tonight