| A jester of sorts
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| You stand holding your court
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| Over minions of capital hill
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| In a bath full of blood
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| All alone, standing still
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| Under God, you can fire at will
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| And when (when!)
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| The devil’s angels come
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| Take your life and lead you
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| To the flies beneath
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| Go ahead so we kill (hey!)
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| And lose the dead who was,
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| Above us and beneath us,
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| Waiting in their graves,
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| It’s a nation free for all
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| A prodigal son
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| Can’t undo what he’s done
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| A figure head of capital crime
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| With a light shining down
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| As you fall to your knees
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| To repent would be nothing but lies
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| And when (when!)
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| The devil’s angels come
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| Take your life and lead you
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| To the flies beneath
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| Go ahead so we kill (hey!)
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| And lose the dead who was,
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| above us and beneath us,
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| waiting in their graves,
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| It’s a nation free for all
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| la la la la la la la la la la la (hey!) (hey!)…
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| Dead beat
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| Six feet
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| Dead underground
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| An eye for an eye
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| All the leaders are blind
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| Going once twice and then it goes down
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| And when (when!)
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| The devil’s angels come
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| Take your life and lead you
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| To the flies
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| Go ahead so we kill (hey!)
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| And lose the dead who was,
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| above us and beneath us,
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| waiting in their graves,
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| Its a nation free for all |