From the recording Get Things
Lyrics
Who is gonna write yr president
When the letter's already been sent
What's gonna give you common sense
When yr lacking self resonance
Oh...
Who is gonna want to let us in
When we're living in a severed den
Who's ever gonna smell yr shit
When you lack yr own common scent
Oh...
What's the point in preserving this
If it's nothing but some senseless hiss
Who's gonna wanna lend a hand
When everything's already been planned
Oh...
Who's gonna pay the president
When the check has already been spent
Who'll ever wanna listen in
To a sound they've already condemned
Oh...
Who's gonna be your president
When we've killed all present men
Who's gonna be the present man
When you've taken all yr planet's land
It's becoming your home