Off With His Head

Good God, your mouth is a gun
We are coming undone
Yeah, your words, they are bullets
You say push it, then you pull it
Fucking prodigal son
We’re savaged to shreds
And we’re better off dead
So off with his head
Off with his head
Off with his head
Lift your arms up to the sky
Pray to god before they shut your eyes
Pick the bones, bleed them dry
Sing it from the heavens
Yeah, the end is nigh
Off with his head
Off with his head
Off with his head
Because we’re btter off dead
You bow to no one
Lik the atomic bomb
Yeah, you’re a plague
You’re a mire
You’re a ten-floor fire
Watch the kids all run