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...
