The Jester

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 will (One, two, three, four )

And 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 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 (One, two, three, four )

And 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

Deadbeat, six feet, dead underground

An eye for an eye only leaves us all blind

Goin' once, twice, and there goes your life

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