[Intro] Injustice. Crime. Corruption. Lies. Lies. Lies. Heads held high. Fists in the sky. We are sick. We are tired. The noose is coming. [Verse I] Our land where wickedness rule. It’s filled with spite and leaders are cruel. Like slaves we march in orderly lines. The kings do wrong we pay their fines. A land where children serve as topping, So sick dicks can keep on flopping Hang them all! [Chorus I] Billions bleed, For the dreams we heed. They have no creed, But perverted greed. Each blighted thing Makes the gallows sing. A rope we bring To hang a king. [Verse II] Our children scream, Forced to choke on cream. A fucked up dream, Nothing as it seem. But we just might Fill them with fright, When we hang the blight At the edge of night. Hang them all! [Chorus II] Billions bleed, For the dreams we heed. They have no creed, But perverted greed. Each blighted thing Makes the gallows sing. A rope we bring To hang a king. [Verse III] They all just lie, Their hearts are bile. They’re fucking vile, Just smoke and guile. They hide their crime, But revealed in time, Souls stained with grime, Rot dressed as prime. Hang them all! [Chorus III] Billions bleed, For the dreams we heed. They have no creed, But perverted greed. Each blighted thing Makes the gallows sing. A rope we bring To hang a king. [Bridge] Why? Why? WHY? Our children suffer. We do nothing. We scroll. We laugh. We shrug. Blind to evil. Comfortable in chains. They mock us. We clap. Rise. Or stay kneeling. Rise. Rise and Hang them all! [Chorus variant] When billions bleed, hang them all. For hollow creed, hang them all. For twisted greed, hang them all. For stolen seed, hang them all. For children sold, hang them all. For silence bought, hang them all. For comfort’s chains, hang them all. For what we’re not, hang them all. Rise from the floor, hang them all. Break the law of gold, hang them all. No crown, no throne, hang them all. No gods of bone, hang them all. [Outro] Billions bleed, For the dreams we heed. They have no creed, But perverted greed. Each blighted thing Makes the gallows sing. A rope we bring To hang a king.
