select words and music by W.A.S.P., “Shotgun,” Golgotha (Austin, TX: Napalm, 2015).
when your madman’s raised to king
and your starving babies scream
one world, one king. . .
and freedom [is] long dead and long gone
a slave in chains don’t never change his song
grab a torch, a pitchfork and [git] your guns
you gave’em hope and you tied the [noose]
dead man’s bones don’t lie. . .
tonight hail the king a shotgun. . .
hail to the king a shotgun
and you cheered y’alls clown to king
till your tongue’s too numb to scream
ooh, the promise of tomorrow is long gone
and the whip keeps pounding down now
from the head that wears the crown
the plantations cotton’s rotten so long
Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword. . .
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