Let us raise a gla**
To this sodden ma**
Join the procession through the streets
The condemned paraded through the town
Shackled, his hands and feet
With sentenced pa**ed
And the taste of d**h
In every gaping mouth
If the hangman don't work fast
That mob'll help him out
So hail, hail to the hangman
A lesser man than we
And if he f**s it up
We'll string him up
Or see him stoned at least
Yes hail, hail to the hangman
A precarious way of life
For if he plays it right
Here's another night
The condemned man won't be he