verse:
Who accepts this small commission,
For the work that's done today?
Sold a soul without permission,
Anchored down by ball and chain.
We aren't the ones who watch the crime,
We aren't the ones who serve the time.
Your loss is our entertainment,
Your loss is our gain.
chorus:
Prepare the noose.
The jury's out deliberating.
We'll cut them loose.
verse:
Tried to stage an intervention,
Arrived one minute too late.
Save your breath they wouldn't listen to us anyway.
They're out on a holy mission,
Sent forth by a guiding grace.
Save your breath they wouldn't care what you had to say.
chorus:
Prepare the noose.
The jury's out deliberating.
We'll cut them loose.
Prepare the noose.
Gather around for a hanging.
We'll cut them loose.
bridge:
Lights out,
Media knows what we want.
Mass graves,
We want to see them all rot.
We want to see them all rot.
We want to see them all rot.