I can’t even look at you, in fact i look away Forefathers, well fuck them The dead don’t ever pay If this is what they had in mind I’m pissing on their graves A spoiled breed of royalty Waited on by slaves
Go on, become the man Preserve the master plan And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate Go on, become the man Preserve the master plan To the next motherfucker counts a false return Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns
So as the bugles run through taps You think we’re all content with scraps Well hold the phone and stop the show I’ve got to tell you something You think we’ll learn, but not so fast As body parts land in our laps Bury the bones of the unknown No one should die for nothing
Go on, become the man Preserve the master plan And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate Go on, become the man Preserve the master plan To the next motherfucker counts a false return Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns
(breakdown)
I dip the cloth in gasoline I light the match I burn it clean
What of the times and the uprisings Lead us to this land Servants stormed the castle, grabbed the king Took his head in hand There was a time when currency was based on something real A time when honor drove the fight That time is gone There’s something wrong
Go on, become the man Preserve the master plan And to the next motherfucker licks a silver plate Will be the next motherfucker we assassinate Go on, become the man Preserve the master plan To the next motherfucker counts a false return Will be the last motherfucker as the palace burns