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
Not a ruler, but he holds the authority to life and death.
A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for those
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
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.