Paroles de la chanson Off With His Head par Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes

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Paroles de la chanson Off With His Head par Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes

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 bеtter off dead

You bow to no one
Likе 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 them dry
Sing it from the heavens
Yeah, the end is nigh
Off with his head

Off with his head
Off with his head

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
And fucking shoot you in your sleep

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

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