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Be The President - Imperiet
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Be The President Imperiet

Be The President - Imperiet
Somewhere deep down underground
At the bottom of a pit
In a mine below the city
Steely muscles ache and split
Where childhood songs and tales
Heal the wound from your remorse
Where window shopping eyes go
Looking for the source

We were all born naked
With nothing in our cup
Ten million tons of stone
Where the cities all grew up
And the walls of Necropolis
Breathing pain sweat and hope
Underground... underground

You can tell the children now

Be the president
You be the president
......underground

In the starry black night
There's a feast behind your door
All them debtcollecting letters
Get another birthday on your floor
Down where life is short
A party in a dustbin
Singing songs to children
'bout no grief looking in
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