The Jester Lyrics - Underclass Hero - 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 

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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