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 [bad word] 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

prodigal son
Can't undo what he's done
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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