Charlie Guiteau Lyrics

A set of mutilated feet
Molding gums underneath
Yellow teeth
Soiled in my only clothes
Echo in the alley
A voice on the holy throne

"Slay Garfield, The Ungrateful"

How should I be remembered?
By Bulldog handles and Ivory triggers

My defense I recite to you
In epic rhyme, 'tis true.
Doctors killed the President
My bullet did not make it through

The Circus
of Newspaper Lunatics
You are slovenly folk
Entertained by tricks
The Lord be pleased
I have done its deed

You will all see
Defense lawyers made w****s
When I'm president in 84'
When I am president in 1884
You'll see

And you'll agree,
It's the act to beat
Bigger than me:
This is history

The Lord be pleased
I have done its deed

The lord be pleased...right now

"I saved my party and my land;
I will weep no more
I see the most glorious things
I am with the Lord."

He saw the most glorious things...
Through psychopathic eyes