Jesus On Extasy — Dead Presidents lyrics

Lyrics

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
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
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
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
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