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Bow and scrape

The jester will jape

But there's no one laughing

The hour is late

A call to vice

The membership price

Hell would deny

The apes of our royalty

Piss in our attentive ears

Make all the rubes pay the price

Tighten the vise

The wicked ways of the gilded

No matter the cost

Defer the loss

That's the American way

American way

Swollen with lust

The arrogant prey

Feel the might

Destroy the trust

Market the fight

Steel the unjust

We love our king

Hand over keys to the kingdom

Hand them the keys to your grave

For which you pay

Drunk on the myth of the season

In god we lust

Land of the theif

Home of the slave

Feel the might

Destroy the trust

Market the fight

Steel the unjust

We love our king

Feel the might

Destroy the trust

Market the fight

Steel the unjust

We love our king

Dreaming of gates on fire

Fantasies of the old rusty blade

Triumph in hell is squander

It's never enough

That's what they say

We're born to pay

Feel the might

Destroy the trust

Market the fight

Steel the unjust

We love our king

There are no kings

I'll never pray for those things

I will not kneel

I'll never sing

Mankind we are

Whatever the cost

Whatever our fate may bring

There are no royal masters

We serve a pampered enemy

Go fuck your family line

Destroy your precious legacy

We're all made from mud and fire

All that we have

All that we know

It's never enough

For fucking kings

Off with their heads now

Bow and scrape

The jester will jape

But there's no one laughing

The hour is late

A call to vice

The membership price

Hell would deny

The apes of our royalty