Hail Hail to the Hangman

Let us raise the glass
To this sodden mass
The procession through the streets
The condemned paraded through the town
Shackled hands and feet

When the sentenced passed
And the taste of death
In every gaping mouth
If the hangman don't act fast
The mob will help him out

So hail hail to the hangman
A lesser man than we
And if he fucked it up
We'll string him up
Or see him stoned at least

Yes hail hail to the hangman
The precarious way of life
The greater right is another night
And condemned he won't be
Won't be he