There's only four hours left to death
No time to feel that I regret
I hate the man outside this door
Brings me my last meal and he says:
"Enjoy your dinner son before
They come and get you, then you'll hang".
I guess the hangman's still asleep
The gallows wait, the cord is cheap
The preacher says "Before it's too late
I'll save your soul, don't let me wait
You know it's really time to go"
But it's so terrible to know.
Now it's just four minutes left to death
My whole life passes, I can't forget
The hangman, oh how can he smile
And kill me in a little while
He ties my hands down on my back
And hangs the cord around my neck.
Submitted by Nita at Sun 10 Sep, 2006 11:13 am
Last updated by Frank Potters at Sat 05 Mar, 2016 2:34 pm