Time for Guillotines Live by Trevor Moore Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, it's no secret our country's in some trouble here
The left is mad, the right's enraged, and the middle's disappeared
The fat cats expect us to bail out them and all their friends
And when they've spent our money they stick their hands out again
[Pre-Chorus]
It's times like this that each of us needs to reach across the aisle
Instead of hurling insults we could try to share a smile
Put aside our differences and remember what made us great
All the people on and on, and in one voice we'll say
[Chorus]
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this anymore
It's nothing personal, we gave your way a try
We're sorry but, you at the top all have to die
[Verse 2]
We're sorry Mr. President, we need to have your head
And senators and congressmen we need all of you dead
And all the CEOs of all the banks
And TV pundits too, let's show our thanks
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, it really pains us, we'll have to kill your wives and children too
Oh, it's purely business, we just can't have them avenging you
Oh, we'll start in the Hamptons, and Beverly Hills, and to Georgetown we'll go
And we'll burn Connecticut to the ground so that nothing ever grows
[Chorus]
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this anymore
Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it
Martin Luther King and Gandhi both can go suck a dick
[Bridge]
We can come together, we can do this if we try
Find our common enemy and unite both our sides
A lesbian and a NASCAR fan help to hold a lobbyist down
While a priest and an abortion doctor curb stomp him into the ground
We'll take the Secretary of Treasury and the Chairman of the Fed
And let all three hundred billion citizens gang rape them 'till they're dead
And when every man, woman, and child has finished running train
We'll rest for a couple hundred years before we have to do it again
[Chorus]
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this anymore
It's nothing personal we gave your way a try
We're sorry but, you at the top all have to die
We're sorry but, you at the top all have to die
Well, it's no secret our country's in some trouble here
The left is mad, the right's enraged, and the middle's disappeared
The fat cats expect us to bail out them and all their friends
And when they've spent our money they stick their hands out again
[Pre-Chorus]
It's times like this that each of us needs to reach across the aisle
Instead of hurling insults we could try to share a smile
Put aside our differences and remember what made us great
All the people on and on, and in one voice we'll say
[Chorus]
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this anymore
It's nothing personal, we gave your way a try
We're sorry but, you at the top all have to die
[Verse 2]
We're sorry Mr. President, we need to have your head
And senators and congressmen we need all of you dead
And all the CEOs of all the banks
And TV pundits too, let's show our thanks
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, it really pains us, we'll have to kill your wives and children too
Oh, it's purely business, we just can't have them avenging you
Oh, we'll start in the Hamptons, and Beverly Hills, and to Georgetown we'll go
And we'll burn Connecticut to the ground so that nothing ever grows
[Chorus]
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this anymore
Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it
Martin Luther King and Gandhi both can go suck a dick
[Bridge]
We can come together, we can do this if we try
Find our common enemy and unite both our sides
A lesbian and a NASCAR fan help to hold a lobbyist down
While a priest and an abortion doctor curb stomp him into the ground
We'll take the Secretary of Treasury and the Chairman of the Fed
And let all three hundred billion citizens gang rape them 'till they're dead
And when every man, woman, and child has finished running train
We'll rest for a couple hundred years before we have to do it again
[Chorus]
It's time for guillotines, it's time to raise the boards
It's time to sharpen blades, we just can't take this anymore
It's nothing personal we gave your way a try
We're sorry but, you at the top all have to die
We're sorry but, you at the top all have to die