Jesus On Extasy - Dead Presidents текст песни

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 ït'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