The Hangman s Parade

Marching through the centuries, with rope and wooden mace
A crooked crown upon their heads, they spit right in your face
They write the laws with bloody pens, to hang you by the heel
For crimes of thought, for being caught, they love the way it feels

The guillotine needs oil again, the axe is getting dull
But justice is a theater, and the seats are always full!

HERE THEY COME! THE HANGMEN!
With a grin and a twist of the wrist!
HERE THEY COME! THE HANGMEN!
Sign your name on the death list!
 "Next."

From Salem’s flames to Nuremberg, the scripts are all the same
A different flag, a different name, the carnage is a game
They sell you fear for silver coins, they crucify the truth
The inquisitor’s a child who never lost his tooth

The pyre lights the evening sky, the crows begin to feast
Another day of "order," for the executioner's priest!

HERE THEY COME! THE HANGMEN!
With a boot on your neck and a lie!
HERE THEY COME! THE HANGMEN!
Wave your freedom goodbye!

Faces change but the noose stays tight
In the dark, they all look alike
The butcher, the judge, the priest, the king
They all love the song the gallows sing...

The guillotine needs oil again, the axe is getting dull
But justice is a theater, and the seats are always full!

HERE THEY COME! THE HANGMEN!
With a grin and a twist of the wrist!
HERE THEY COME! THE HANGMEN!
Sign your name on the death list!
"Next."

HERE THEY COME! (THE HANGMEN!)
Can you hear the hammer drop?
HERE THEY COME! (THE HANGMEN!)
When does the madness stop?