A jester of sorts You stand holding your court Over minions of capital hill In a bath full of blood All 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 flies beneath Go ahead so we kill [hey!] And lose the dead who was, Above us and beneath us, Waiting 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 Take your life and lead you To the flies beneath Go ahead so we kill [hey!] And lose the dead who was, above us and beneath us, waiting in their graves, It's 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 and then it goes down
And when [when!] The devil's angels come Take your life and lead you To the flies Go ahead so we kill [hey!] And lose the dead who was, above us and beneath us, waiting in their graves, Its a nation free for all