| Song | Be The President |
| Artist | Imperiet |
| Album | Imperiet |
| 作词 : Christian Falk/Per Hägglund/Gunnar Ljungstedt/Joakim Thåström | |
| 作曲 : Christian Falk/Per Hägglund/Gunnar Ljungstedt/Joakim Thåström | |
| Somewhere deep down underground | |
| At the bottom of a pit | |
| In a mine below the city | |
| Steely muscles ache and split | |
| Where childhood songs and tales | |
| Heal the wound from your remorse | |
| Where window shopping eyes go | |
| Looking for the source | |
| We were all born naked | |
| With nothing in our cup | |
| Ten million tons of stone | |
| Where the cities all grew up | |
| And the walls of Necropolis | |
| Breathing pain sweat and hope | |
| Underground... underground | |
| You can tell the children now | |
| Be the president | |
| You be the president | |
| ......underground | |
| In the starry black night | |
| There's a feast behind your door | |
| All them debtcollecting letters | |
| Get another birthday on your floor | |
| Down where life is short | |
| A party in a dustbin | |
| Singing songs to children | |
| 'bout no grief looking in | |
| Somewhere deep down underground | |
| Sledgehammers sing their song | |
| 'bout a sun heating up our bodies | |
| When the winter has been too long | |
| Let it echo in your brain | |
| You're a need, a star, a gong | |
| Underground... underground | |
| Be the president | |
| You be the president | |
| ......underground |
| zuò cí : Christian Falk Per H gglund Gunnar Ljungstedt Joakim Th str m | |
| zuò qǔ : Christian Falk Per H gglund Gunnar Ljungstedt Joakim Th str m | |
| Somewhere deep down underground | |
| At the bottom of a pit | |
| In a mine below the city | |
| Steely muscles ache and split | |
| Where childhood songs and tales | |
| Heal the wound from your remorse | |
| Where window shopping eyes go | |
| Looking for the source | |
| We were all born naked | |
| With nothing in our cup | |
| Ten million tons of stone | |
| Where the cities all grew up | |
| And the walls of Necropolis | |
| Breathing pain sweat and hope | |
| Underground... underground | |
| You can tell the children now | |
| Be the president | |
| You be the president | |
| ...... underground | |
| In the starry black night | |
| There' s a feast behind your door | |
| All them debtcollecting letters | |
| Get another birthday on your floor | |
| Down where life is short | |
| A party in a dustbin | |
| Singing songs to children | |
| ' bout no grief looking in | |
| Somewhere deep down underground | |
| Sledgehammers sing their song | |
| ' bout a sun heating up our bodies | |
| When the winter has been too long | |
| Let it echo in your brain | |
| You' re a need, a star, a gong | |
| Underground... underground | |
| Be the president | |
| You be the president | |
| ...... underground |