Nick Reynolds/Adam Yagodka Hangman, hangman, hangman, slack your rope a while. Think I see my brother, ridin' many a mile. Well, brother, did you bring
For the real fans, here goes a Hangman Hey yo, Wesstyle, what up JS? Let me get a hit off some of that marijuana shit Here it is, 'cause you know iz
This is a new dance, Put a rope in your hands, Get on a chair, And put the thing around your neck. Then jump around, You won't feel down, When you'll
Hangman's rope is so tough and strong Oh, the hangman's rope is so tough and strong They gonna hang me because I done something wrong I wanna tell you
Hangman, take these heads from me Swing 'em from your money tree Hear me laughing in my sleep These heads are yours, they're yours to keep Please don
don't wait up any longer i'm not coming home you know you're always stronger when you're on you're own you said the sweetest things that's what you said
Armageddon time is coming soon, Fires will turn us all into dust, And we will be judged one last time, you, your son and me. (woe, woe, woe is me...)
It's...a good...day...to fucking die A good day...a fucking good day A good day...a fucking good day...to die Truth be told, the water looks cold And
A thousand years of severed heads Crashes down, you're about to kneel Warrior cries deadened to silence The sky turns black, your breath runs out
I live on a big round ball I never do dream I may fall And even if one day I do Well, I'll jump off and smile back at you I don't even know where we
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga livin foul (repeat 2X) As I steps inside the playground I lays down my laws at the door and any
Fed up with, "Made you look" And Dirty Crooks without a clue They all wear the same face And it says, "Hangman, I'm on to you" Hangman, it's not your
Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a while I think I see my father comin' ridin' many a mile Father have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis] Reads a note lying on his desk But the words already smear the morning press Tell him that he's got a job to
(hopkins, beck, newman, stewart, wood) Hangman, hangman, slack your noose Slack it, oh slack it Slack it for a while There ain't no use in your hurrying
Walking up the platform, steppin very slow, Standin' there in judgement, one last place to go. Blindfold tied behind your head, no one sees your eyes.
Thinking surface looking under You want something look no further Thinking hard but working in a small time She was born in mid-town provincial Down
i was born and bred to kill. to execute at my king's will. i shit and eat and sleep death. i could not believe what they did to me... i still had a