Текст песни The Jester - Sum 41

A jester of sorts
You stand holding your courts
Over minions of Capitol Hill
In a bath full of blood
I'm alone, standing still
Under God, you can fire at will

And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now (hey!)
Here lies the dead who was
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves
Damnation free for all

A prodigal son
Can't undo what he's done
A figure head of capitol 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
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now (hey!)
Here lies the dead who was
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves
Damnation free for all

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Dead beat
Six feet
Dead underground

An eye for an eye
Only leaves us all blind
Going once twice there goes your life

And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Your headstone reads now (hey!)
Here lies the dead who was
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves
Damnation free for all