Above This - Theory Of A Deadman

They try to kill the president

They try to put a shiny bullet in his head

He leave 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?