The Curse of the Kennedys Lyrics & Tabs by Apathy
The Curse of the Kennedys
guitar chords lyrics
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your eyes and you could pretend you're me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
Who's the god of Cape Cod? Who's higher than hiatus?
Who could get away with murder for money and simply vanish? Suit jacket in the casket looking so fantastic, sweater-vest FRESH posing with a tennis racket
(yes)
Who's the god of Cape Cod? Who's higher than hiatus?
Who could get away with murder for money and simply vanish? Suit jacket in the casket looking so fantastic, sweater-vest FRESH posing with a tennis racket
(yes)
So classic
(yes)
So tragic
(yes)
Camalot was formed in black magic.
There's lots of sinners eating lobster dinners
with some mobster figures, selling lots of liquore.
Hair slicked back, 3 piece suits, and shoes polished.
Martha's Vineyard mansion and an ivy league college.
Secret societies in a sick fasination, with accidental
-deaths, and planned assassinations.
The birth of a nation erasing the line thats drawn
to define God and Satan.
It's Jack, it's Bobby, it's even Teddy.
Reversed on my enemy's the curse of the Kennedy's.
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your eyes and you could pretend you're me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
Demeanor of Joe Senior, overachiever.
'Won't stop til I own the Mona Lisa
with a home in Ibiza.
Hear the news flash over the speaker?
They killing Kennedy's, keep calm, load up
the heater. Bobby's slumped on podium
P.O.T.U.S. is down
We got political pull, probly the dopest around
We got publicists for damage control
Kennedy style
Kill a girl by accident, never see trial.
Heavenly Father, please wash all of my sins.
While I wash away my pain.
With this Tonic & Gin.
While I vomit in the sink
and think of ominous things.
Like Atomic bombs,
never let the communists win.
Live from the Bay of Pigs.
It's obvious lies.
When anybody denies
all the Mafia ties.
You surprised?
It's Jack, it's Bobby, it's even Teddy
Reversed on my enemies
the Curse Of The Kennedys.
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your eyes and you could pretend you're me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
The Kennedy's
Th-th-the Kennedy's
