Theory Of A Deadman - Above This lyrics

They try to k** the president They try to put a shiny bullet in his head He leave a resident He couldn't pay the bill and wound up dead I am not above this Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head? I could grow to love this Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand? They want to know where the money went They'll break a bone for every dime you spent They'll cut your throat for the hell of it They're going to cover you in wet cement I am not above this Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head? I could grow to love this Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand? With lives in his hands I see why he loves this He thinks he's a god Not even God is above this Now you see why I couldn't love this I am not above this Who put these thoughts in my head, in my head? I am not above this Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand? I could grow to love this Who put this gun in my hand, in my hand?