A jester of sorts, you stand holding your court
Over minions of Capitol Hill
In a bath full of blood, all alone, standing still
Under God, you can fire at will

[Chorus:]
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

[Chorus]

Dead beat, six feet, dead underground
An eye for an eye, all the leaders are blind
Going once twice and then it goes down

[Chorus]

Writer : WHIBLEY, DERYCK JASON
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing