Sum 41:The Jester

A jester of sorts
You stand holding your court
Over minions of capital hill
In a bath full of blood
Up alone, standing still
Under God, you can fire at will

And when (when!)
The devil's angels come
Take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
You're headstone reads now, (hey!)
Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us,
Playing in their graves,
Damnation free for all

A prodigal son
Can't undo what he's done
A figurehead of capital 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
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,
Playing in their graves,
Damnation free for all

la la la la la la la la la la la... (hey!) (hey!)..

Dead beat
Six feet
Dead underground (ooh oh)

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
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,
Playing in their graves,
Damnation free for all