I couldn't sleep at nights thennAwoken by the faces of a thousand dead mennWhat kind of beast kills for pay? nI knew I'd go to hell on Judgement DaynnBut why should I be so sad?nThe hours are goodnAnd the money's not badnnI think of all the jobs I could've gone intonSweeping up partsnDriving trains to WaterloonI could've been a painter, or the world's greatest witnI could've been a sailor, but the hat didn't fitnnI'm a hangmannTake my hand, come with me...nIt's okay, you'll be free...