Look at the victor
Earning the spoils

Look at the ruler
And his plans were foiled

Look at the monster
Living so royal

Nobody brings them
Justice so served

So

Cut off their heads
They're far better dead
Cause the last thing we want
Is a hypocrite

Give them their law
Justice, cut them all off
For the scales have tipped
To the hypocrite
With a crown

Look at the hero
Donning a blade

Look at the peasant
And his grisly fate

Look at the stories
So crookedly made

And all of the wealthy
Seem to get their way

But
Do we ever question the hero
How often is the good guy right?
Do we ever try to help the villain
Is the true villain the one who seldom fights?
Do we ever wonder what makes a hero
Is the good guy just right place right time?
Do we ever bother with this thinking
Thinking of the people we've villainized?

Well we'll just

Cut off their heads
They're far better dead
Cause the last thing we want
Is a hypocrite

So give them their law
Justice, cut them all off
For her scales have tipped
To the hypocrites

So cut off their heads
And burn up the rest
We'll overthrow
Their pitiful mess

The rulers with crowns
And the heroes in town
Will be laid to rest
Like the hypocrites

The hypocrites
The flag waving dicks
The lot of the pigs
That they are