Lyrics by Ed Bull
Well raise 'em now and string 'em up,
we've gotcha now you're good as dead,
from the gallows to your grave,
it's gonna take your life away.
Crime they say, does not pay,
and you're the living proof,
but not for long, cause you'll be hung
by your neck.
Thirteen knots around your neck
will really give you quite a stretch,
from the gallows to your grave,
it's gonna take your breath away.
Death by hanging,
death rom the gallows,
death by hanging around.
Raise the slime and string 'em up,
we've gotcha now, you're good as gone,
from the gallows to your grave,
it's gonna take it all away.
The crowd they cheer as you climb the stairs,
finally you're a star,
but not for long cause you'll be hung
by your neck.
Death by hanging,
death rom the gallows,
death by hanging around.
Crime they say, does not pay,
and you're the living proof,
but not for long, cause you'll be hung
by your neck.
Death by hanging,
death rom the gallows,
death by hanging around.