Theory Of A Deadman
Theory Of A Deadman - Above This lyrics
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They try to kill the President They try to put a shiny bullet in his head He leaves a resident He couldn't pay the bill and wound up dead. I am not above this Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head? I could grow to love this Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand? They want to know where the money went They'll break a bone for every dime you spent They'll cut your throat for the hell of it They're going to cover you in wet cement. I am not above this Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head? I could grow to love this Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand? With lives in his hands I see why he loves this He thinks he's a god Not even God is above this Now you see why I couldn't love this I am not above this Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head? I am not above this Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand? I could grow to love this Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?