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