Testo di President Of What?

I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what i take for granted And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn And wheels would roll away Something's got to break you down Entered the scene (i'm told) on i think it was Monday You drove straight through and mined that quarry For all it could bleed 'til dry I took a little more 'til i got taken for granted 'cause beautiful boys gave chase and when they arch your backbone it's such a dreadful sight i'll react when faces find you with jealous fits that gag and bind you 'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all when imagination takes full control