Yeah the blisters may come 
Won't you come on down now? 
The arrogance lifts to the chromium sound 
And the chorus was done 
As they marched on downtown 
For governer's hanging now.
With papers and currency 
And their fireproof stares 
Wagering proceeds, and trading off shares 
And they squandered the funds 
On the liquor left spare 
And upward we rise! 
By selling our lies! 
Merchandise trades! 
And the currency made! 
From the governer's hanging now.
And the blisters may come 
Won't you come on down now? 
While the audience twitches to the safety dance sound 
Execution was done 
And they cleaned up downtown 
From governer's hanging now.