A jester of sorts, you stayed holding your court Over minions of Capitol Hill In a bath full of blood, I'm alone, standing still Under God you can fire at will
Oh when the Devil's angels come To take your life and lead you to the flames beneath Your headstone reads, "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 do what he's done A figurehead of capital crime With the light shining down as you fall to your knees To repent would be nothing but lies One, two, three, four!
Oh when the Devil's angels come To take your life and lead you to the flames beneath Your headstone reads, "Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us, laying in their graves Damnation free-for-all"
Dead beat, six feet, dead underground An eye for an eye, only leaves us all blind Going once, twice and there goes your life!
Oh when the Devil's angels come To take your life and lead you to the flames beneath Your headstone reads, "Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us, laying in their graves Damnation free-for-all"
