I met the devil in the woods on the outskirts of town. The mayor, the mayor stood right alongside. And the next day a man died in the dust of our streets as we just stood by. Hail, hail the executioner who's come to tear us from this world! I met the devil in the inn in the center of town. The keeper fell to his knees and begged for his life from the ground. And if the devil should come again it will surely be to gather our heads; and we'll comply. [Hail, hail the executioner who's come to tear us from this world! We deserve what we get and I pray for the worst.] Empty leaders, sycophantic cowardice. Two-faced preachers; spiteful, soulless evangelists. And if they march us up to the chopping block I'd gladly step first. We deserve what we get and I pray for the worst. We deserve what we get and I pray for the worst.