Off with His Head (feat. Cassyette)

Good God, your mouth is a gun We are coming undone Yeah, your words, they are bullets You say push it, then we 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 'em 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 better off dead Bow to no one Like the atomic bomb Yeah, you're a plague, you're a mire You're a ten-floor fire Watch the kids all run Lift your arms up to the sky Pray to God before they shut your eyes Pick the bones, bleed 'em 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 better off dead Get in your house and go to sleep 'Cause it ain't safe out on the streets And then they're kicking down your door Fucking sh- Because we're better off dead (dead) Lift your arms up to the sky Pray to God before they shut your eyes Pick the bones, bleed 'em 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 better off dead