Call a henchman, we’re having us a hanging.
The town monster will get what he deserves.
I was gold.

There’s an army out hunting for me,
Who will collect the price on my head?
Spill the wine, spill the blood…
The crowd begs for more.

This is not a social gathering.
This is a blood thirsty lynch mob.
Bury my casket.
Let me down slow.


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