Off with His Head Songtext
von 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 ′em 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


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 'em 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
Fucking sh-

Because we′re better off dead (dead)


Lift your arms up to the sky
Pray to God before they shut your eyes
Pick the bones, bleed 'em 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