The Jester (Sum 41)

A jester of sorts you stand holding your courts Over minions on Capitol Hill In a bath full of blood I'm alone standing still Under God you can fire at will When the devil's angels come To take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're laying in their graves Damnation free for all A prodigal son can't undo what he's done A figurehead of capitol crime With a light shining down As you fall to your knees To repent would be nothing but lies When the devil's angels come To take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're laying in their graves Damnation free for all Dead beat six feet dead underground An eye for an eye only leaves us all blind Going once twice there goes your life When the devil's angels come To take your life and lead you To the flames beneath Your headstone reads now Here lies the dead who was Hung by his head beneath us They're laying in their graves Damnation free for all