GUILLOTINES

Why do you Hate me I Never did a thing to you Never did a thing to you You thief You steal from me You give to those who'd take my life Well fine Twist the knife I'll say this once I'll say this twice Your house is falling Blood seeps through walls And There's no fear Outside your halls And guillotines are A Gift from God Pray for brimstone This is My judgement call Thieves and liars, running empires They hate their squires, impale them on spires Thieves and liars, running empires They hate their squires, impale them on spires Thieves and liars, running empires They hate their squires, impale them on spires Your house is falling Blood seeps through walls And There's no fear Outside your halls And guillotines are A Gift from God Pray for brimstone This is My judgement call Thieves and liars, running empires They hate their squires, impale them on spires Thieves and liars, running empires They hate their squires, impale them on spires As a warning to others As a warning to mothers Restrain your kind Get on your knees or fall in line