Mr. President

Yeah... Listen close now, Mr. President. You’re sitting high in your golden chair While the world is drowning in deep despair You think they love you, you think they bow But everyone’s whispering “Look at him now” A senile king in a hollow crown Dragging the whole wide world right down. You got your "yes-men" in a row Too scared to say what they really know You think we’re puppets on a string But we don't believe a single thing! Oh, Mr. President, you’re losing the plot The world sees a danger, like it or not! Walking in diapers, talking in riddles Firing the truth while the planet fizzles Old man, old man, step off the stage Before you tear out the very last page! Confused and dazed, you’re mixing the names Playing your dangerous, weary games If someone says "no," they’re out the door You can’t handle the truth anymore You’re old, so old, it’s time to see This isn’t the way you should leave history. Oh, Mr. President, you’re losing the plot The world sees a danger, like it or not! Walking in diapers, talking in riddles Firing the truth while the planet fizzles Old man, old man, step off the stage Before you tear out the very last page! Leave something beautiful, leave us some peace Let all this chaos and madness cease Don’t leave a wreck, don’t leave a fire It’s time to go, it’s time to retire! You’re old, so old... Just let it go... The world is watching... And we’re saying NO.