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Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes – Off With His Head Lyrics

Off With His Head Lyrics – Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes

Good god your mouth is a gun
We are coming undone
Yeah your words they are bullets
You say push it
Then you pull it
F**king prodigal son

We’re savaged to shreds
And Were better off dead
So off with his head
Off with his head
Off with his head

Lift your arms up to the sky
Pray to god before they shut your eyes
Pick the bones
Bleed them dry
Sing it from the heavens
Yeah the end is nigh
Off with his head
Off with his head
Off with his head
Because we’re better off dead

You bow to no one
Like the atomic bomb
Yeah You’re a plague
You’re a mire
You’re A Ten floor fire
Watch the kids all run.

Lift your arms up to the sky
Pray to god before they shut your eyes
Pick the bones
Bleed them dry
Sing it from the heavens
Yeah the end is nigh
Off with his head
Off with his head
Off with his head

Get in your house
And go to sleep
Cos it ain’t safe out on the streets
And then they’re kicking down your door
And f**king shoot you in your sleep

Lift your arms up to the sky
Pray to god before they shut your eyes
Pick the bones
Bleed them dry
Sing it from the heavens
Yeah the end is nigh
Off with his head
Off with his head
Off with his head

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