Johnson Yeah the blisters may come Won't you come on down now? The arrogance lifts to the chromium sound And the chorus was done As they marched on downtown For governer's hanging now. With papers and currency And their fireproof stares Wagering proceeds, and trading off shares And they squandered the funds On the liquor left spare At the governer's hanging now. And upward we rise! By selling our lies! Merchandise trades! And the currency made! From the governer's hanging now. And the blisters may come Won't you come on down now? While the audience twitches to the safety dance sound Execution was done And they cleaned up downtown From governer's hanging now.