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It was the dead of night
Hear the sirens moan
They found the president
Dead on the lawn
Mr. Secretary
And all his staff
They were doing cocaine
They couldn't help but laugh
Oh, Mr. President
What shall we do?
There's a hard winter coming
It's already taken you
We ordered a banquet
Sat down to eat
We had the ruins of the western world
In the president's seat
The guest of honour
Was a world in chains
The servants in worn-out suits
We got sunburned in the rain
Oh, Mr. President
What shall we do?
There's a hard winter coming
It's already taken you
Oh, Mr. President
What shall we do?
Hard winter coming
It's already taken you