A jester of sorts
You stand holding your courts
Over minions of Capitol Hill
In a bath full of blood
I'm alone, standing still
Under God, you can fire at willAnd when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now (hey!)
Here lies the dead who was
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves
Damnation free for all
A prodigal son
Can't undo what he's done
A figure head of capitol crime
With a light shining down
As you fall to your knees
To repent would be nothing but liesAnd when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now (hey!)
Here lies the dead who was
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves
Damnation free for allLa la la la la la la la la la la (hey!) (hey!)...
Dead beat
Six feet
Dead undergroundAn eye for an eye
Only leaves us all blind
Going once twice there goes your lifeAnd when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now (hey!)
Here lies the dead who was
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves
Damnation free for all
