Fuck kings

Spit on the crown on the velvet throne,
We are the kids that you left alone.
Born in the dirt of your plastic state,
Feeding us lies on a silver plate.
You wear the robes but you got no soul,
Sucking the life from a blacked-out hole.
We don't bow down to a pedigree,
Crash the gates of your dynasty!


Hey! Ho! Tear it all down!
Smash the scepter and burn the crown!
We don't need your rules or your fake regimes,
We are the ghosts of your broken dreams!
Yeah, fuck the kings!
Fuck the kings!


Staring at portraits of ghosts in gold,
Selling the future that we already sold.
Sipping your wine while the building burns,
Waiting in line till the table turns.
You got the titles, we got the rage,
Turning the leaf on a brand new page.
No more masters and no more lords,
We cut the strings of your puppet chords!

Припев
Hey! Ho! Tear it all down!
Smash the scepter and burn the crown!
We don't need your rules or your fake regimes,
We are the ghosts of your broken dreams!
Yeah, fuck the kings!


Draw the line in the concrete floor,
We don't knock on your palace door.
We just kick it right off the frame,
Your majesty, this is the end!

Припев
Hey! Ho! Tear it all down!
Smash the scepter and burn the crown!
We don't need your rules or your fake regimes,
We are the ghosts of your broken dreams!
Yeah, fuck the kings!


Fuck the kings!
Yeah, fuck them all!