| When your madman’s raised to king
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| And your starving babies scream
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| One world, one king you think is your god
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| And freedom’s dead and long gone
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| A slave in chains don’t never change his song
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| Grab a torch, a pitchfork and get your guns
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| You gave 'em hope and you tied the rope
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| Dead man’s bones don’t lie
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| Shot a beast and I licked my teeth
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| Tonight, hail the king a shotgun
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| Tonight, got a rock and roll gun
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| Shoot if they stand
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| Shoot if they run
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| And pray lightning strikes 'em
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| Tonight, it’s alright
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| Hail to the king a shotgun
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| And you cheered y’all’s clown to king
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| Till your tongue’s too numb to scream
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| The promise of tomorrow is long gone
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| And the whip keeps pounding down now
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| From the head that wears the crown
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| The plantations cotton’s rotten so long
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| You swore an oath and you lied the most
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| Your villain king don’t cry
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| Choose a gun now or lose your sons
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| Tonight, hail the king a shotgun
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| Tonight, got a rock and roll gun
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| Shoot if they stand
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| Shoot if they run
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| And pray lightning strikes 'em
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| Tonight, it’s alright
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| Hail to the king a shotgun
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| And you might pray to the fool you are
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| Villain kings don’t cry
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| Save your women and save yourself
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| This ain’t no time to cry, tonight
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| And you might play to the fool you are
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| Run for your lives
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| Choose a gun now or lose your son, mama
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| Tonight, hail the king a shotgun
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| Tonight, lock and loading my gun
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| Shoot if they stand
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| Shoot if they run
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| And pray lightning strikes 'em
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| Tonight, it’s alright
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| Hail to the king a shotgun |