I'm the king of April
And I own everything
You'll march to fill your taxes
I'll sing to fill your caskets
After all descends to madness
Place your head between my brackets
I won't lose
I'm built to win
I know everything from Harvard to West Wing
You can't deny I'm one hell of a good looking guy
And you won't learn why they all follow Charlie and the pigs to die
Open up your head to show me
What you've been born to owe me
You can't see me lie from a smoothed out perch on top of the skyline
Look me in the eye, it's blued out baby for your husband and wife
Open up your head to show me
You been watching all the oldies
Can't erase what I deface
If you do we will replace
Sever sever history
Levers levers lifting me