Hail Jake

Stocking shelves at a hardware store
Dead bodies all over the floor
He's a menace
And he's the king
He's a soul eating, killing fiend

Deadpool and that Secret Wars shit
He created well, all of it
And he's the master
And he's the king
He's a soul eating killing machine
Oh

Hail Jake
That's what I said
Hail Jake
Or you'll be dead

Hail Jake
That's what I said
Hail Jake
Or you'll be dead

Corpses hanging from the chandelier
And he exposes, well, all of your fears
He writes in blood in the bathroom stalls
Inverted crosses all over the walls
Oh

He wants your children
He'll eat them whole
Jake's assuming control

He wants your children
He'll eat them whole
Jake's assuming control

Hail Jake
That's what I said
Hail Jake
Or you'll be dead

Hail Jake
That's what I said
Hail Jake
Or you'll be dead

Oh