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