Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes – Off with His Head Lyrics

 

Off with His Head Lyrics Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes

Off with His Head Lyrics

 

Off with His Head Lyrics by Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes (feat. Cassyette)

 

Good God your mouth is a gun
We are coming undone
Yeah, your words, they are bullets
You say push it then we pull it
Fucking Prodigal son

We’re savaged to shreds
And we’re 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
Because we’re better off dead

Get in your house and go to sleep
‘Cause it ain’t safe out on the streets
And then they’re kicking down your door
And fucking ****

Because we’re better off dead

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