You rich bastards better get to Mars quick
Last night I chased one down a red carpet
He got to his parked smart car first and dipped
With a head start, shit
Hit the gas fast to private air strip
The guards there were like "stop," - they got hearts split
Caught up to dude, tackled his ankles, a yardstick
From the entrance of his rich friends' spaceship
The doors closed
Shoomp bchhh
Liftoff
Afterburn charred my lips
"Get martyred here with the rest of us"
I said to his neck stub as it turned scarlet
In a distance the airship looked size a parsnip
Time for the bazooka, I'm a line producer
Get a grip
Skip out on the planet?
Gonna be a hard trip
We go all the way and call it a holiday
When we bring justice to busters that we all obeyed
Build the stage, hoist the rope, let fall the blade
Guillotine
For trust betrayed, the rusty blade
GUILLOTINE
When they go low, we bury them
GUILLOTINE
The oral tradition is a war of attrition
GUILLOTINE
I could use a good cry
It's like I got a wooden eye with a backed up flood inside
I been holding back tears since before I was born
War is performed wherever foes chose from their order form
Your new barracks are actually former dorms
Looking for something? Colder... warmer - mourn
Whither thy wisecracks?
Carry a cry mask and dry flask
I ask, 'you want me to die?' Fine
We not gonna die last
GUILLOTINE
GUILLOTINE
GUILLOTINE
GUILLOTINE
Spread the wealth, or your entrails
GUILLOTINE
Gilded age filled with rage, build the stage
For the guillotine
Hold the head, hoist the rope, drop the blade
GUILLOTINE