The Jester lyrics

A jester of sorts you stand holding your courts

Over minions on Capitol Hill

In a bath full of blood I’m alone standing still

Under God you can fire at will

When the devil’s angels come

To 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 figurehead of capitol crime

With a light shining down

As you fall to your knees

To repent would be nothing but lies

When the devil’s angels come

To 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

Deadbeat six feet dead underground

An eye for an eye only leaves us all blind

Going once twice there goes your life