Trot Out The Dead

Fool, I am no hero

So leave my casket be

Furthermore I'd never give my life

for such as thee

If the people wonder at the suffering you've caused

And your massive avarice has left them at a loss

If by chance they notice your bloody snapping jaws

the blood upon your claws

your shifty eyes and laws

the nauseating flaws in all you've said

Trot out the dead

Trot out the dead

If by chance they give you the slightest bit of grief

Or perhaps they notice you're a liar and a thief

If they dare to question your lunatic beliefs

The wicked web you weave

The slimy trail you leave

Or maybe they perceive they've been misled

Trot out the dead

Trot out the dead

Trot out the dead, trot out the dead

Fire up the burning pole while you're ahead

Blot out the truth, trot out the lies

Myriad eyes

Silence the wise

Shackle the skies

Stifle the cries of the soon to be dead

If the people wonder why so many had to die

Or they test the wisdom in your prevailing lie

Or how you let it happen when you knew it all the time

and you just let them fly

it's in your evil eye

the way they were betrayed the day they died

Trot out the dead

Trot out the lies

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