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The Executioner's Song

[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis]

Reads a note lying on his desk

But the words already smear the morning press

Tell him that he's got a job to do

A lethal dose that he'll be giving you

Should have run when you heard the screams

Now it's all one big bad dream

Hang your heard sadly, dose his job gladly

Sing out, here comes the preacher

And a tune to greet ya

The executioner's song

Gotta judgment seat awaitin' here

Life is flashin' cold and crystal clear

Metal halo custom made for you

A bolt a power to your maker

You'll be pushed on through

A sweet and sickly distant melody

There ain't a whole lot of time to be

Going down badly, slowly and medly

Sing out, here comes the preacher

And a tune to greet ya

The executioner's song

Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya

He'll be there to seat ya

The executioner's song rolls on

A sweet and sickly distant melody

There ain't a whole lot of time to be

Dead man walk sadly

Boldly and madly

Your time has come

Your shadow runs into another

Dark silhouetted

Feels no regret, yeah

Sing out here comes the preacher

And a tune to greet ya

The executioner's song

Cry out your make gonna greet ya

He'll be their to seat ya

The executioner's song rolls on

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