The jester

A jester of sorts You stand holding your court Over minions of capital hill In a bath full of blood I'm alone, standing still Under God, you can fire at will And when The devil's angels come Take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're Laying in their graves Damnation free for all A prodigal son Can't undo what he's done A figure head of capital crime With a light shining down As you fall to your knees To repent would be nothing but lies And when The devil's angels come Take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're laying in their graves Damnation free for all la la la la la la la la la la la (hey!) (hey!)..... Dead beat Six feet Dead underground An eye for an eye Only leaves us all blind Going once twice and there goes your life And when The devil's angels come Take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're laying in their graves Damnation free for all