The President's Dead

"The President's dead," the radio said

Dear friends, is it not so horrible?

A shock through my heart like a knife right through bread

The newspaper said "The President's dead."

The sea doesn't dry and the sky isn't split

But friends it just seems so wrong, don't it?

A shout from the crowd and a shot in the head

The President's lying on the tarmac dead

He's lying face down, with those black-dressed agents

Guns drawn, running around and the early obits

Say he was a good man you can't argue with that

Not today you can't not now you can't

In the media tent where they spin and they slant

They just foam at the mouth and they champ at the bit

Those bloodsuckers can wait; tell those vultures "cool it"

The newscaster said "The President's dead."

And let's imagine the way, let's say thirty years in

How somebody will say, "What were you doing when?"

On a beautiful day I was waking up, and

I was lying in bed with my girlfriend

And the eggs on the plate, and the bacon hissing

And the coffee was great; there was spring on the wind

If you ever lived through a day where the littlest things

In the littlest ways, made you feel you were blessed?

And if you died right then, well, you know you'd be missed

But there's no better state to cease to exist

And you wouldn't feel sad, and you wouldn't resist

Cause you knew what you'd had and were thankful for it

In your own little way, I'm a small quiet man

I've got no wars to win; I don't have a big plan

But I love my new place, and I love my old friends

And I scrimp and I save, and one day I'll have kids

I can truthfully say that my day was like that

Til the radio playing on the stand by the bed

Fired out this report and in three words they said

Like three shots to my head "The President's dead." oh The President's dead

The President's dead, the President's dead, (the President's dead)

Oh the President's dead, the President's dead (the President's dead)