Lyrics Conviction - Primal Fear

Put your tie on and tug up
Hide yourself behind your three piece suit
To fool the world and gamble on and on
Raise your stake, go for round lot
Take our worldly goods and waste our money
That we gave to you in trust, in trust
Corrupt curator, you cheat the gallows and decamp
Conviction, we're going to get ya
Conviction, we're gonna burn your hiding place
Style your hair and grease your hands
Constrict your big, fat belly with a belt and play
The games you play the best, at last
Always been a bucketeer
Made good gain by accident and climbed the ladder
With our money and estate, sorry fate
Corrupt curator, you cheat the gallows and decamp
Conviction, we're going to get ya
Conviction, we're gonna burn your hiding place