I couldn't sleep at nights then
Awoken by the faces of a thousand dead men
What kind of beast kills for pay?
I knew I'd go to hell on Judgement Day
But why should I be so sad?
The hours are good
And the money's not bad
I think of all the jobs I could've gone into
Sweeping up parts
Driving trains to Waterloo
I could've been a painter, or the world's greatest wit
I could've been a sailor, but the hat didn't fit
I'm a hangman
Take my hand, come with me...
It's okay, you'll be free...