Guillotine
Yeah, we made a mess
Drinking champagne and toasting the apocalypse
Well who's your man? And what's his team?
You bought a hat? Well good for you! Let's make a scene
Oh that feels good! That can't be wrong
I know myself by what I'm not, I'm never wrong
I wash my hands, you know they bleed
Bleed more than yours, I'm keeping score
I'm raw applauding the obscene
I got front row, I got front row
To my own guillotine, own guillotine yeah
I brought the rope, I brought the rope
To my own hanging tree, own hanging tree yeah
He's the type to call a spade
A digging thing that Mexicans dig with all day
But who needs words? We've got numbers
We're in the streets from Charlottesville to Washington
He'll drain the swamp, he'll cut the tape
He'll build a wall to keep us safe, that makes us great
He's one of us, he's not like them
You know maybe simpler times call for simpler men
I got front row, I got front row
To my own guillotine, own guillotine yeah
I brought the rope, I brought the rope
To my own hanging tree, own hanging tree yeah
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
Drinking champagne and toasting the apocalypse
Well who's your man? And what's his team?
You bought a hat? Well good for you! Let's make a scene
Oh that feels good! That can't be wrong
I know myself by what I'm not, I'm never wrong
I wash my hands, you know they bleed
Bleed more than yours, I'm keeping score
I'm raw applauding the obscene
I got front row, I got front row
To my own guillotine, own guillotine yeah
I brought the rope, I brought the rope
To my own hanging tree, own hanging tree yeah
He's the type to call a spade
A digging thing that Mexicans dig with all day
But who needs words? We've got numbers
We're in the streets from Charlottesville to Washington
He'll drain the swamp, he'll cut the tape
He'll build a wall to keep us safe, that makes us great
He's one of us, he's not like them
You know maybe simpler times call for simpler men
I got front row, I got front row
To my own guillotine, own guillotine yeah
I brought the rope, I brought the rope
To my own hanging tree, own hanging tree yeah
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
It's true what they say
"...when good men do nothing"
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Writer(s): Tom Whitty
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