A jester of sorts You stand holding your courts 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 the Devil's angels come Take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads here Lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us Lying 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 the Devil's angels come Take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads here Lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us Lying in their graves To a nation free for all
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Dead beat Six feet Dead underground
An eye for an eye all the leaders are blind Going once twice there goes your life
And when the Devil's angels come Take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads here Lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us Lying in their graves Dammnation free for all
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