An Open Letter Lyrics - Watsky

An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic, national embarrassment known as President John Adams 

Shit! 

The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league 

With Britain in some vast international intrigue 

Trick, please! 

You wouldn't know what I'm doin' 

You're always goin' berserk 

But you never show up to work 

Give my regards to Abigail 

Next time you write about my lack of moral compass 

At least I do my job up in this rumpus 

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The line is behind me, I crossed it again 

While the president lost it again 

Aw, such a rough life 

Better run, tell your wife 

"Yo, the boss is in Boston again" 

Let me ask you a question. Who sits 

At your desk when you're in Massachusetts? 

They were calling you a dick back in '76 

And you really haven't done anything new since 

You're a nuisance with no sense 

You'll die of irrelevance 

Go ahead, you aspire to my level 

You inspire to malevolence 

Say hi to the Jeffersons! 

And the spies all around me 

Maybe they can confirm 

I don't care if I kill my career with this letter 

I'm confining you to one term 

Sit down, John, you fat motherfucker! 

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