Text: Stuart Davis. Self Untitled. Pipe Bomb Guru.

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

A personal apocalypse - pipe bomb guru