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
When the devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now
Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
They're laying in their graves,
Damnation free for all
A prodigal son can't undo what he's done
A figurehead of capital crime
With a light shining down
As you fall to your knees
To repent would be nothing but lies
When the devil's angels come
Take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now
Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
They're laying in their graves,
Damnation free for all
Deadbeat six feet dead underground
An eye for an eye only leaves us all blind
Going once twice there goes your life
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