Above This

Theory of Deadman

They try to kill the president
 They try to put a shiny bullet in his head
 He leave a resident
 He couldn't pay the bill and wound up dead.

I am not above this
 Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head?
 I could grow to love this
 Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?

They want to know where the money went
 They'll break a bone for every dime you spent
 They'll cut your throat for the hell of it
 They're going to cover you in wet cement.

I am not above this
 Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head?
 I could grow to love this
 Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?

With lives in his hands
 I see why he loves this
 He thinks he's a god
 Not even God is above this
 Now you see why I couldn't love this

I am not above this
 Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head?
 I am not above this
 Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?
 I could grow to love this
 Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?