Come cowards if your shirts are brown Hands up the clown god comes down All praise be sung unto himself From the golden throne in the sky Bend the knee head high red necktie Crooked hearts lead to crooked limbs crooked teeth
Boot licker Mark of the beast atop your head False prophet bluster your knee will bend Boot licker Suffocate on the flag shoved down your throat Follow your leader until you choke
Gather all the masses in the street And hang the fascists in the fucking trees Spear in the side to bleed the greed Tell the poor that the meat is free A crown of thorns for the prince of cheat
Boot licker Mark of the beast atop your head False prophet bluster your knee will bend Boot licker Suffocate on the flag shoved down your throat Follow your leader until you choke
Everyone gather round Circus has come to town Their convictions hollow We'll erect the gallows History is written by those who win It's time to hang them high It's time to watch them die
Petulant sycophant The sky rains shit yet you sing praiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
