Hangman's Jig

I'm running out of hate Too many toads 'been fucking vipers as of late Somewhere between the burning cars And the chokehold stars You've been stripped of a license to procreate Had enough of bipolar news And polarizing lies I no longer have capacity to choose I'm readying the noose The black and white are gonna swing tonight The syncopated beat, people jive and swing The wrong and the right will dance on through the night The dancefloor is rigged To the left and right, people lit tonight The unforgiving heat, people laugh and sing The red and the right will dance on through the night The dancefloor is rigged For the Hangman's Jig I'm running out of hate And it's frustrating, 'cause the stockpile was pretty great I want the priest sodomized I want the rats deputized I want the poor fed to the rich that they ate I want to see the world burn to the sounds of screams and cello suites Rock'n'roll will do in a pinch If I had my way there would be no-one left to lynch To the left and right, people lit tonight The unforgiving heat, people laugh and sing The red and the right will dance on through the night The dancefloor is rigged The black and white are gonna swing tonight The syncopated beat, people jive and swing The wrong and the right will dance on through the night The dancefloor is rigged For the Hangman's Jig The dancefloor is rigged For the Hangman's Jig