Hey, mister president
(hey, hey)
Look at all that blood on your hands
(hey, hey, hey)
(abracadabra)
Hey, mister president
Look at all that blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Look at all the blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister-
Name a better presidential candidate than Belle Delphine
Chrissy Chlapecka, or any mother-effing drag queen
I would love to see them slay in their mini skirts
They would still make better choices than the men who rule the world
Hey, mister president
Look at all that blood on your hands
(blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Are you proud of all the bombs you send?
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister
Lost my politics virginity
My body don't belong to me
Your government can decide to go and f*ck up humanity
Old white cis men, stay alert
It's time to listen to the cutie with the cat ears and the mini skirt
(aha)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Look at all that blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Your brain is a wasteland
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister
Most days I just wanna cry
Cause you don't care people are dying
Cause people who aren't like you
Are not people at all
Lately you make me wanna die
Cause these are my brothers, my sisters
My fathers, my mothers
You hurt them you're hurting me too
Most days I just wanna cry
Cry, cry
One, two, three, four
Lately you make me wanna die
Die, die
One, two, three, four
(Blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Look at all that blood on your hands
(blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Hey, mister
(blood on your)
Most days I just wanna cry
Are you proud of all the bombs you sent?
(cry)
Hey, mister president
(cause these are my brothers, my sisters, my fathers, my mothers)
Lately you make me wanna die
(look at all the blood)
(look at all the blood)
(you hurt them, you're hurting me too)
(lately)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Your brain is a wasteland
(your brain is a wasteland)
Hey, mister president
(your brain is a waste)
One, two, three, four
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Hey, mister president
(hey, hey)
Look at all that blood on your hands
(hey, hey, hey)
(abracadabra)
Hey, mister president
Look at all that blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Look at all the blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister-
Name a better presidential candidate than Belle Delphine
Chrissy Chlapecka, or any mother-effing drag queen
I would love to see them slay in their mini skirts
They would still make better choices than the men who rule the world
Hey, mister president
Look at all that blood on your hands
(blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Are you proud of all the bombs you send?
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister
Lost my politics virginity
My body don't belong to me
Your government can decide to go and f*ck up humanity
Old white cis men, stay alert
It's time to listen to the cutie with the cat ears and the mini skirt
(aha)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Look at all that blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Your brain is a wasteland
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister
Most days I just wanna cry
Cause you don't care people are dying
Cause people who aren't like you
Are not people at all
Lately you make me wanna die
Cause these are my brothers, my sisters
My fathers, my mothers
You hurt them you're hurting me too
Most days I just wanna cry
Cry, cry
One, two, three, four
Lately you make me wanna die
Die, die
One, two, three, four
(Blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Look at all that blood on your hands
(blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Hey, mister
(blood on your)
Most days I just wanna cry
Are you proud of all the bombs you sent?
(cry)
Hey, mister president
(cause these are my brothers, my sisters, my fathers, my mothers)
Lately you make me wanna die
(look at all the blood)
(look at all the blood)
(you hurt them, you're hurting me too)
(lately)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Your brain is a wasteland
(your brain is a wasteland)
Hey, mister president
(your brain is a waste)
One, two, three, four
(hey, hey)
Look at all that blood on your hands
(hey, hey, hey)
(abracadabra)
Hey, mister president
Look at all that blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Look at all the blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister-
Name a better presidential candidate than Belle Delphine
Chrissy Chlapecka, or any mother-effing drag queen
I would love to see them slay in their mini skirts
They would still make better choices than the men who rule the world
Hey, mister president
Look at all that blood on your hands
(blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Are you proud of all the bombs you send?
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister
Lost my politics virginity
My body don't belong to me
Your government can decide to go and f*ck up humanity
Old white cis men, stay alert
It's time to listen to the cutie with the cat ears and the mini skirt
(aha)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Look at all that blood on your hands
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
(uwu)
Hey, mister president
Your brain is a wasteland
Hey, mister president
Hey, mister
Most days I just wanna cry
Cause you don't care people are dying
Cause people who aren't like you
Are not people at all
Lately you make me wanna die
Cause these are my brothers, my sisters
My fathers, my mothers
You hurt them you're hurting me too
Most days I just wanna cry
Cry, cry
One, two, three, four
Lately you make me wanna die
Die, die
One, two, three, four
(Blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Look at all that blood on your hands
(blood on your hands)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Hey, mister
(blood on your)
Most days I just wanna cry
Are you proud of all the bombs you sent?
(cry)
Hey, mister president
(cause these are my brothers, my sisters, my fathers, my mothers)
Lately you make me wanna die
(look at all the blood)
(look at all the blood)
(you hurt them, you're hurting me too)
(lately)
Hey, mister president
(hey, mister president)
Your brain is a wasteland
(your brain is a wasteland)
Hey, mister president
(your brain is a waste)
One, two, three, four
Writer: The Producer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid