Lyric

Thou brothers! beholden! The one you shall engore!

A thief, a traitor, a worthless godless whore!

The target, the scapegoat, the man on the cross!

No mercy is needed, for he is not a loss

This vermin’s no man, he’s a leech to society

A burden to us all, the reason you’ve got no money

Your taxes are what keeps him persistent

The cause of all your pain is in this man’s existence

Hold on, keep steady

Fire at the que

Hold on, keep steady

Fire at the que

Your next target will be ready shortly

Your next target will be ready shortly