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?