40 Below Summer - Painting The White House Black lyrics

Now stand aside You're so f**ed And just tell us what we want to hear And s** in circles Until our worlds become unclear We can afford to be at the side of fine design To be left uncured Forward down the ladder We fall and splatter You gathered the remains and come free again Why don't you tell me What it's like to be a free man? What it's like to have the whole damn world In the centre of your motherf**ing hand So try and tell me of the American dream Tell me what it's like to live inside a castle sponsored links Made of motherf**ing sand Now smile for the camera And talk about your masterplan That we must follow Because the hour is at end We have no time to be patronised By the eyes and the smile so pure Pulling on the lever You think you're clever You bartered our beliefs just to be a king Why don't you tell me What it's like to be a free man? What it's like to have the whole damn world In the centre of your motherf**ing hand So try and tell me of the American dream Tell me what it's like to live inside a castle Made of motherf**ing sand I can heal a world by k**ing you [x2] I can fix a f**ing world by k**ing you I can heal the world by k**ing you If you live by the now then you die by the strong I can heal the world by k**ing you Now this bullet is going straight f**ing through I can fix the f**ing world by k**ing you You decide who lives and dies, don't you? I can heal the world by k**ing you I'll cleanse the world, motherf**er I can heal the world by k**ing you [x2] I can fix the world by k**ing you I can heal the world by k**ing you Why don't you tell me What it's like to be a dead man? What it's like to have a motherf**ing truck In the centre of your motherf**ing head You tried to sell me Like an American good man Tell me what it's like to be another body Buried deep under the scams of another politician