And as for fortune and as for fame
I always invited them in
It was clear for the world
They were all I desired
Truths are illusions
They're not the solutions
I promised to you
The answer was here all the time
I love me and fück you I love me
Don't cry for me America
The truth is I'm going to leave you
All through my prez days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Of fücking you over
