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Say your prayer once more
You're part of the hangman's body count
Hear his boots and see the figure passing by
Echoes of him have been heard
fight like a man
State your name and business and let's see what you got
Another body for the hangman's count
Show me the bar, and show me the cards
Hold
(Rubberband Money Gang)
Pluto to Pluto to Pluto to Doe
Hang with some real niggas, you hang with the opposite (Hangman)
Pain pills, what you
fandango plays.
Your body is dead, still the hangman he said, come join him in the masquerade.
Now this tale may be grim and morose and depressing, but I’ll
at night
How did you turn your heart to stone?
I don't want him back but I can't let go
Hangman, answer me now
You owe me a debt, you stole him from me
Blues, sing the Hangmans Song
Sing the Voodoo Blues, wapnbadadada
Sing the Hangmans Song, wapnbadadada
I've got the Voodoo Blues, wapnbadadada
I feel it in
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count. (Yeah muthafuckaaaa!)
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count
Hangman, we played rubber soul with a razor blade
Behind the church, hiding place,
It was a long joke 'til the punch line came.
Can you read my
Hangman, we played rubber soul with a razor blade
Behind the church, hiding place,
It was a long joke 'til the punch line came.
Can you read my
or the bathroom
I wanna see you put this body in a hangman’s noose
Get submissive when I think about my place in hell
You’re only interesting ‘cause you get this
We must find a way to hide
the body.
Poor old man, he’s had his chips!
Won’t be good enough to say we’re sorry
Swinging from the hangman’s jib!
Hangman's coming down the devil's road
Looking for a body to pay the price
Close your eyes beware
Look away don't stare
Cause he'll find you in your dark
by thuggers
Chasing dragons on aluminum sheets
It's flying carpets out this motherfucker
I don't sleep, I hover outside myself, watching my body
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count. (Yeah muthafuckaaaa!)
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count
Nobody has got to hide the body,
That old man ain’t had his chips!
Nobody has got to say they’re sorry
Swinging from the hangman’s jib!
Nobody has got
got to shine like a dream
i’m calling the hangman
to cut off my pain
to let my body down
with my head in his hand
spread up my blood
cut off my
steady as a hangman's hands
Surer than the hangman's rope
I could sleep for invisible years
Carrying a message of hope
For the future
Carrying
Okay up up up
They talk too much I run it up
I count my bucks bucks bucks
They on my nuts they getting bucked
I can’t trust trust trust
They say I’m
Hangman
Rainman
I come out full throttle it's the same thing
I come out full throttle it's the same thing
I come out full throttle it's the same
the wrongs we made right
So I wrote a new song to keep our lips sealed tight
But you just sang along and helped me make the bed
For the body of the hangman
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
In the perforated first editions
Where they advocate the hangman's
Fed up with "I made you look"
And Dirty Crooks without a clue
You're here to save face
And I say hangman, I'm on to you
Hangman, it's not your
The rope pulled at their branches, the vultures waited for their bones
A hangman in black leather came to conjure up death's dance
Fixed in an unholy grin,
(Yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm trying get rich so my kids can be straight
I'm a guess me a M just like hangman
I run them
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