Jesus On Extasy - Dead Presidents lyrics

Hey Mr. Franklin it's good to have you with me Let's go for a walk I know I k**ed my ideals, but that is just my deal You shouldn't judge too hard Today, I realized me life has changed And I have to cope with myself I sold my soul Sold my soul Just for money to earn I sold my soul, but I got so many lessons to learn And those dead presidents were never my friends I'll never be happy in the end Hey Mr. Bankman , take care of my account please I got lots on it But isn't it ironic, that all I ever dreamed of Becomes my nightmare now And I don't have the strength to carry on But now it's too late to go back