Woorden: Altar (Rou). Respect. Mr.President.

Last night by chance we shot the president
it doesn't matter - we've got another one
today we have a new and a fuckin' goverment
now look! what have you done ?!

last night the people were on the streets
wanted a promise or any hope
today we've fallen into real misery
wake up! it's not a joke!

mr. president! mr. president! mr. president!
you're shiny but you ain't got a friend

lies - i cannot trust in their lies
they are the exploiters of our lives
whatever you're trying to do
their invisible hands're capturing you!

tonight we' ll shoot the new president
and i will be the "mr. president"
you'll never see the real democracy
what will be? - an anarchy!

[mr. president]
[i kill you!]

[forgive me, father]
[for i have sinned]