I don't care 'bout your crime 'Cause it's your fault and not mine I'm just the hangman - it's my job You're just the lamb and you are fucked I'll fix you on the stretcher No one will do it better Bring you to your death 'Till you breath your last breath In school they told me things 'bout morals and glory And also that I should never question their authority Poisoning and killing is the stuff of my life Earning money for the kids and trappings for my wife I don't brood over it 'Cause it's my job and I won't quit Just like a puppet - wound up to run Your life is gone - take care my son One last shot - without delay: "Goodbye and have a nice day" One last shot - without delay