A jester of sorts
You stand holding your court
Over minions of 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
Take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your head stone reads here(hey! )
Lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
Laying in their graves,
To 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
Take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your head stone reads here (hey! )
Lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
Laying in their graves,
To a nation free for all
La la la la la la la la la la la (hey! ) (hey! )...
Dead beat
Six feet
Dead underground
An eye for an eye
Only leaves us all blind
Going once twice there goes your life
And when (when! )
The devil's angels come
Take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your head stone reads now (hey! )
Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
Laying in their graves,
To a nation free for all
