28 June 2012
Waiting for the Hangman
Who put up the reward? They gonna see ya swing They feedin ya up Man Like a big ol Christmas bird When the blood letting begins Some mean fuckers gonna sing And the officers surround you Carry you on your way Gagged and hooded, the noose in place Insanity close by, to take your grace And laughing in the face of death And crying for your lonely plight You curse the God you never knew The priest plants blessings on your head And thoughts draw slowly to a point Shining in a stormy sky See the rising vapours 'Neath that ol crooked tree Be wary of the raven call And say a prayer for me.
Opuss № I