Presidents and Kings Lyrics

I am Guiseppe Zangara
This is my story I will tell you
that I am an immigrant
that I work in a ditch and live in torment.
I lived in Italia
But I come U.S.A to change my living.

I have the stomach pains,
I am sick, there is something in me rotten.
But they not listening
they no look, they no pay attention to me!
Pain it fill my day so I cannot breathe!
Pain from the rot that is in me!

First it’s pain that bring anger and madness
to mind and thinking plans I done,
then it’s way that the rich ignoring
a man who has none!
I blaming
this-a-government
says that Depression is to end, it will!
They are make-a-the plans that bringing
Depression and ill!

They call me anarchist
call me Left, call me Right I will defy this!
I kill the president
he is first, then next all the capitalists!
Send me to chair, I no afraid!
Viva Italia per sempre!

Go to Hell out of here, I go
sit down on chair all by myself
Death to rich and to king,
I curse all your selfish and wealth!

Farewell poor!
People everywhere struggling,
you remember this
I no care-a- to die,
you pull-a the switch!