Now, you can take the signs And you can riddle the airwaves But I'm looking at the signs
They say were fucking the poor hey But the poor got the numbers The numbers sink the ship
All the kings they'll never change
Join me for a better day not yesterday it's gone Join me for a better day with no revolvers
Take him to the guillotine
And I will change my kin to raise Let me see your ugly crown I've got molten lava, instead of lead
To burn a symbol in your head A poor killer to the people you've bled
A pure killer to the people you've bled Take that shit off your head