president

frost, max

pick up your receiver

calling to the leader

no matter what number you dial

listen and you'll hear him

creeping like a fever

they're tapping on into the line

in your car

in your home

you're never on your own

they're keeping tabs on you from the sky

you can run if you want

girl i know you won't

we're the revolution

that's moving just to stay alive

i don't give a damn who's president

tapping on the phone lines

kicking at the jams

get 'em listening

baby cause it's no crime

how are we supposed to feel when it all ain't real?

flipping through the new york times

i don't give a damn who's president

baby and it's no crime

oh satanic creatures

holy non-believers

gunning for the chance on the throne

singing hail to caesar"