The President's Dead

"The president's dead", the radio said
 Dear friends, is it not so horrible?
 A shot through my heart, like a knife right through bread
 The newspaper said the president's dead
 The sea doesn't dry and the sky isn't split
 But friends, it just seems so wrong, don't it?
 A shot from the crowd, and a shot in the head
 The president's lying on the tarmac dead
 He's lying face down with his black-dressed agents
 Guns drawn running around and the early Obit's
 Say he was a good man, you can't argue with that
 Not today, you can't, not now, you can't
 In the media tent where they spin and they slant
 They just foam at the mouth, and they chant at the bit
 Those bloodsuckers can wait until those vultures cool in
 The newscaster said, "The president's dead"
 And let's imagine the way, let's say 30 years in
 How somebody will say, "what you were doing when?"
 On a beautiful day, I was waking up and
 I was lying in bed with my girlfriend
 And the eggs on the plate, and the bacon hissin'
 And the coffee was great, there was spring on the wind
 If you don't live through a day for the littlest things
 And the littlest ways made you feel you were blessed
 But If you died right then, well you know you'd be missed
 But there's no better state to cease to exist
 And you wouldn't feel sad, and you wouldn't resist
 'Cause you knew what you had, and were thankful for it
 In your own little way, I'm a small quiet man
 I've got no wars to win, I don't have a big plan
 But I love my new place, and I love my old friends
 And I scrimp, and I save, and one day I'll have kids
 I can truthfully say that my day was like that
 'Til the radio playing on the stand by the bed
 Fired out this report and in three words they said
 Like three shots to my head
 The president's dead, oh-oh
 The president's dead
 The president's dead
 The president's dead, oh-oh
 The president's dead
 The president's dead