HANGMAN

I'm almost there. I'm almost there

but not quite

Travelling through the bayou

feel the eeriness at sunset

My senses on high alert so I say

Hello Who's there Nothing

Like a whistle in the

wind as I move on forward

I hear the leaves rustling leaves rustling

In a state of grace words

I shouldn't have said are all forgiven

All the days of bad forgotten

But still, to me, revenge

is a dish best served cold

Like ice cold with an ice

pick and a blindfold

I'm going, going, gone

I said I'm going, going gone

Time to meet your maker

Time to meet your maker

I'm prowling, growling, howling

Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

Hey

For you

Low deep nasty

You chopping me down like the Amazon

No getting past me

Two feet in the air

You wouldn't last a marathon

Racing with the panther

The maximum price ah

Curator of the faith ah

I'm never too late ah

Don't shoot the messenger

Shoot the messenger's mother

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Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

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For you

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Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

For you

Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

For you

Hangman

A bullet a piece for the two of you

For you