This is a song for the heretics To resist the dictatorship Come on
While you're checking your timelines I'm on the front lines Commanding the dissidents Subverting the paradigm They used to shoot fascists Like rabbits in baskets Now the whitehouse is infected with madness
So the battle goes So we can overthrow And so the battle goes Come on
Blood on your hands Blood on your suit Does your necktie feel like a noose? Blood on your hands Blood on your suit We'll walk you to the gallows You can choke on the truth Blood on your hands Blood on your suit Does your necktie feel like a noose?
This is a song for the heretics To resist the dictatorship Come on
He's just a morally corupt demagogue Who's in lust with his daughter So he pays porn stars to dress like her But beware, you can piss in his mouth You can piss anywhere but "watch my hair"
So the battle goes So we can overthrow And so the battle goes Come on
Blood on your hands Blood on your suit Does your necktie feel like a noose? Blood on your hands Blood on your suit We'll walk you to the gallows You can choke on the truth Blood on your hands Blood on your suit Does your necktie feel like a noose?
Traitor Does your necktie feel like a noose?!
I told everyone but they wouldn't listen Now there's orange fingerprints upon the ignition On the verge of world war 3 And you pretend it isn't I tried to warm y'all but you wouldn't listen Now he's inciting riots with nazi terrorism But we ain't afraid of his evangelism The kult of 45 is mentally deficient Together we will send them back to perdition
Together we will send them back to perdition To the gallows
You've mistaken the ravens For heavenly angels They've come to pick your bones As you swing from the gallows
To the gallows [x3]
It's time to pick a side Who controls your mind? Who controls you? [x4]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
