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 praise