On a dirty street, in a western town back in time,
He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows
Drift with time.
He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of
Not a ruler but he holds the authority to life and
A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for
Those Who sin,
You didn't just break the law, the ultimate crime lived
In your mind.
A life you did take, murder will get you a date with the
Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, guns an
Every day tool.
When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of
Criminal Deeds will do him in,
The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, each
Step you will sweat.
A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman
Does have his day.