Couldn't sleep at nights then
Woken by the faces of a thousand dead men
What kind of beast kills for pay?
I knew I'd go to Hell on Judgment Day

But why should I be so sad?
The hours are good
And the money's not bad

I think of all the jobs
That I could have gone into
Sweeping up paths
Driving trains to Waterloo

I could have been a painter
Or the world's greatest wit
I could have been a sailor
But the hat didn't fit

(I'm the Hangman!)
Take my hand
Come with me
It's okay
You'll be free