Do the innocent die differently form the guilty? I don't know But she's no more a witch than you are a wizard And if you take away her life God will give you blood to drink And it will be you who must answer for your mistakes Here we go, pals, round and round When you die with a lie on your mouth does that lie make a sound? I won't beg for forgiveness, I won't even try and stall I'm confined in the dungeon of irons to wait for the call I haven't got a thing against a man in the world anyhow I hope nobody's got anything against me now Here we go, pals, round and round How do you pardon the crimes of an innocent man in the ground? Here we go pals, round and round When you die with a lie on your mouth does that lie make a sound?