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A jester of sorts
You stand holding your court
Over minions on Capital hill
In a bath full of blood
I'm alone, standing still
Under god, you can fire at will
And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now(hey!):
"Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
Laying in their graves,
It's a nation free for all"
A prodigal son
Can't undo what he's done
A figure head of capital crime
With a light shining down
As you fall to your knees
To repent would be nothing but lies
And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now(hey!):
"Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
Laying in their graves,
It's a nation free for all"
La la la la la la la la la la la (hey!) (hey!).....
Deadbeat
Six feet
Dead underground
An eye for an eye
Only leave us all blind
Going once, twice and there goes your life!
And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now(hey!):
"Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
Laying in their graves,
It's a nation free for all"
