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 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
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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 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
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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 la la la la
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Dead beat
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Six 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 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
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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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Its a nation free for all
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The jester
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