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
 And 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 lies
 And 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
 La la la la la la la la la la la (hey!) (hey!)...
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 Dead beat
 Six feet
 Dead underground
 An eye for an eye
 Only leaves us all blind
 Going once twice there goes your life
 And 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