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 ?t's too late to go back

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