Dead Presidents - Jesus On Extasy

Hey Mr. Franklin it’s good to have you with me

Let’s go for a walk

I know I killed my ideals, but that is just my deal

You shouldn’t judge too hard

Today, I realized me life has changed

And I have to cope with myself

I sold my soul

Sold my soul

Just for money to earn

I sold my soul, but I got so many lessons to learn

And those dead presidents were never my friends

I’ll never be happy in the end

Hey Mr. Bankman, take care of my account please

I got lots on it

But isn’t it ironic, that all I ever dreamed of

Becomes my nightmare now

And I don’t have the strength to carry on

But now it’s too late to go back