The Jester - Sum 41

A jester of sorts

You stand holding your court

Over minions of capital hill

In a bath full of blood

All alone, standing still

Under God, you can fire at will

And when (when!)

The devil’s angels come

Take your life and lead you

To the flies beneath

Go ahead so we kill (hey!)

And lose the dead who was,

Above us and beneath us,

Waiting in their graves,

It’s a nation 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 (when!)

The devil’s angels come

Take your life and lead you

To the flies beneath

Go ahead so we kill (hey!)

And lose the dead who was,

above us and beneath us,

waiting in their graves,

It’s a nation 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

All the leaders are blind

Going once twice and then it goes down

And when (when!)

The devil’s angels come

Take your life and lead you

To the flies

Go ahead so we kill (hey!)

And lose the dead who was,

above us and beneath us,

waiting in their graves,

Its a nation free for all