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
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you can fire at will
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And 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
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nothing but lies
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And 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
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la la la la la la la la la
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la la la la la la la
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la la la la la la la la la
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Dead beat Si 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
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and then it goes down
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And 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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The Jester
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| ½æ41 (Sum41) |
