Dead Presidents
Hey Mr. Franklin it's good to have you with me
Let's go for a walk
I know I killed 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