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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