The Jester
A jester of sorts you stand holding your courtsOver minions on Capitol HillIn a bath full of blood I’m alone standing stillUnder God you can fire at will
When the devil’s angels comeTo take your life and lead youTo the flames beneathYour headstone reads nowHere lies the dead who wasHung by his head beneath usThey’re laying in their gravesDamnation free for all
A prodigal son can’t undo what he’s doneA figurehead of capitol crimeWith a light shining downAs you fall to your kneesTo repent would be nothing but lies
When the devil’s angels comeTo take your life and lead youTo the flames beneathYour headstone reads nowHere lies the dead who wasHung by his head beneath usThey’re laying in their gravesDamnation free for all
Deadbeat six feet dead undergroundAn eye for an eye only leaves us all blindGoing once twice there goes your life