I know that I'll be famous when I kill the President
There's gonna be blood on the White House lawn
Nuts and bolts and dynamite
In a six inch steel tube packed so tight
It's gonna be disguised as a chocolate cake
And sweets will be the President's last mistake

I've been brooding, self-imploding
My leash just snapped,
It feels so good to be unloading

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It's not an idle threat, I'm gonna do it
I'm gonna build a pipe bomb,
I'm gonna follow through with
The death threat plans, and a social coup
And you won't laugh when the dead guy is you,
Will you Mr. President?
It's gonna come true – pipe bomb guru

I used to be a postman till I took some bad acid
And burned a horse's head on the boss' desk
They put me in a mental ward, five year sentence
Workin' in a bakery I plotted vengeance
I pulled a Betty Crocker on the nation's chief
And this is one desert that's gonna
Wreck more than his teeth

I've been fuming – rage is boiling
The tether's broke, man it's great to be uncoiling

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I'm gonna hit this country's voters where they live
I'm gonna turn the president into a human sieve
Pennsylvania Avenue is really gonna shake
There's an awful lot of bang
In my German Chocolate cake

I'll give history a sucker punch
Then write a book about it and get paid to speak at brunches

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A personal apocalypse – pipe bomb guru