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making his last plea to God
Soon up the numbered steps to the scaffold I'll trod
My footsteps won't falter I'll walk with a smile
For I know you'll be
They won't believe you're not to blame
No one can say - what's coming your way
And there ain't no way out
They're all looking down
No one makes no
Whether on the scaffold high
Or the battlefield we die
Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall?

When they're up the rugged stair
Rang their voices
Whether on the scaffold high
Or the battlefield we die
Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall?

When they're up the rugged stair
Rang their voices
to all the people from his scaffold in the square
He told them of the things he found, but they didn't seem to care
He said the laws were obsolete,
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
It's horrible.
The average death.
In a hospital room
Stuck on a Frankenstein machine.
I hope I die in a freakish way,
by an act of sheer stupidity.
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer
the children's screams
And all of the blue skies and all of the grass
Is hidden by concrete the scaffold the glass

CHORUS:
Did you cry did you weep
Did you lose
way to the stage scream, 
My call so real, so raw, 
Take, my own, 
Manipulate

I'm in
It's on, 
Teeth, brick wall, 
Grit, bear all force

I
going mad
The trembling steps I try to take
Will slowly take me
Finish my way in a Pit.
But I'm falling on the floor and feel
The depths before me/Just
her away in a dungeon,
Way up in a dark dingy cell
In the south east corner of a jail,
Where the wind seemed to blow straight from hell!
For killin'
God said don't give me your
Tin horn prayers
Don't buy roses off the street down there
Took it all and took the dirt road home
Dreaming of Jenny with
of my Branson niggas
With me, me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga
attacking ya
Up to 40 calibre, oncoming passenger
Scaffold through the tourist section
Stole all the traffica
See him with his clique
He used to mug, but
miss you like a formless hide 
Stretching over me and dangled 
From the coastguard in a chopper
The scaffold of me all awry
A little

Broke your
where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
But