I'm almost there
I'm almost there
But not quite
Travelling through the bayou
Feel the eeriness at sunset
My senses on high alert
So I say, "Hello! Who's there?"
Nothing
Like a whistle in the wind
As I move on forward
I hear the leaves rustling
In a state of grace
Words I shouldn't have said are all forgiven
All the days of bad forgotten
But still, to me, revenge
Is a dish best served cold
Like ice-cold with an ice pick
And a blindfold
I'm going, going, gone
I said, I'm going, going, gone
Time to meet your maker
Time to meet your maker
I'm prowling, growling, howling
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you (hey)
For you
Low deep nasty
You chopping me down like the Amazon
No getting past me
Two feet in the air
You wouldn't last a marathon
Racing with the panther
The maximum price-ah
Curator of the faith-ah
I'm never too late-ah
Don't shoot the messenger
Shoot the messenger's mother
Fucker
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
Hangman
A bullet a piece for the two of you
For you
